On this Good Friday, I offer the following blank verse in remembrance of Our Lord’s Passion:
The Crown of Thorns By Lynn Miyake, OCDS
The two were slaves who happened to be near. The soldiers made them weave the crown of thorns, And as they twisted prickling vines, the thorns Tore open fingers, palms, and fumbling thumbs. The soldiers nodded, pointed then at Him. The slaves, they placed the crown upon His head, And vicious thorns, they pierced His sacred brow -- The Blood ran down upon their bleeding hands. The Precious Blood, it mingled with the blood Of slaves. Then Jesus caught their gaze and looked At them with love, WITH LOVE, as if to say, We now, at last, are altogether one.
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