o,   my   Christ

April 4, 2017

My Son, athirst
pressed tight
so up
against His
narrow Tree I see

from here
at His Feet
His Despair, their
disgust, at

what I now know

with simeon’s
sword-like thrust

what must
have come to pass
but is not yet
past; and

so, I aghast
at what
His Father hath

am too hard pressed
to know
why not quite yet
judas by all
others will be


by My Son
will someday be

blessed . . .