The Robe
Lord of the centuries, Knit, of our pain, the knots, That mysteriously arrange themselves Across our days. Guide, by unseen fingers, Each little pearl, To form a cloth Alive with Your Golden threads, Infinitely more than happenstance or tragedy. Each strand of Time a mystery, Bathed in trial and tears, Yet rich in Awe, Resplendent … Continue reading
The Embrace
Clutching You to my heart, My sins before me, I make Your Death, My dying, And find my life. You give Yourself to me. You give Yourself for me. I hold Your cold, Your bruised and bloodless Body As I pray. Wiping the spittle from Your Face, I behold the Man, My sins before me … Continue reading
