Gray darkness chasing sidestepping shadows
Upward gaze to steal a ray
Wetness falling uncontrollably
Glancing downward toward a puddle
Steely cold penetrating the stillness
Tense hands grasping for peace
Glass beads tinkling
Gazing toward the gray heavens
Clammy hands gripping tightly an invisible world
Fuchsia and lavender replacing disappearing stars
Tired eyes releasing their hold
Lightness rising softly
Stumbling into confidence
Smiling eyes filling with hope
An aching heart, longing for Love
Swollen tears flood sorrowful eyes
Could not this cup of thirst pass by?
Shattered body of an unwavering Spirit
Giving up the last breath for mankind.
Wounded head, beatless heart
Fallen body, transfigured by hate.
But for a moment all seems lost
Love freely given, now takes on our pain.
Precious Lord, You removed our stains
Now dripping on your beaten brow
So much burden for the King of kings.
You burst forth, victorious over sin.
Only Love stands now, unblemished and pure.
Love enough for the whole world.
The desires of a child must crease Jesus’ cheeks. Their innocent intentions to love, the best they know, with unquenchable efforts, can bring any adult to her knees in humility. Straining to see the images in my book, I lowered it down to JR’s inquisitive eyes. My finger, like a conductor’s baton, moved rapidly across the page as the deacon recited the prayers for the Stations of the Cross. Kneel. In the silent pause between prayers, I watched JR intently scan the page, looking for the words he recognized. His 8-year-old lips barely moving, uttering whispers of sound as he pensively stared down the prayer book. How God must have stirred his little heart, seeing those images of Christ’s Passion, his only desire to be a part of it all. Enjoy this innocent time, young one, with your small cross. It only gets bigger as you do, beginning to be more fully immersed in the Passion of Christ. May your desire grow with it.
Each sin pressed down, smothering. Drenched in hatred, spit, mud.
Alone, naked, forgotten. Abandoned to capture the world.
Eyes piercing straight through the darkness. Seeing only His God-given glory.
No adoration left, only silence. The curtain torn, victory won.