Poetry Inside the Passion

The Kiss of Christ

Lo, there He hangs -
Ashened figure pinioned against the wood.
God grant that I might love Him
Even as I should.
 
I draw a little closer
To feel His love divine,
And Hear Him gently whisper,
“Ah, precious child of mine -

 

If now I should embrace you,
My hands would stain you red,
An if I leaned to whisper,
My thorns would pierce your head.” 

 

‘Twas there I learned in sorrow
That love demands a price;
‘Twas then I learned that suffering
is but the kiss of Christ.

 

 ~ Trappist monk

 

 

With a Flame Inside

 

 

 

Jesus carried in His breast
God the Holy Ghost,
Carried on His way to death
Love the uttermost,

  

Love that sought a sacrifice
Infinitely wide.
Jesus could not stop and rest
With that Flame Inside

  

Now He dwells with Him Who was
His Indweller here,
And He casts that Fire on earth
Wonderfully near.

  

Now like Him the just go forth
With a Flame inside,
Love that pleads and presses them
To be crucified.

  

Since they bear the Holy Ghost
For Whom Christ was spent,
Where else can they go on earth
Save where Jesus went?

 

~ Jessica Powers (Sister Miriam of the Holy Spirit – she entered a Carmelite monastery in Milwaukee, WI – she took her final vows in 1943.)

 

 

 

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4 comments on “Poetry Inside the Passion”

  1. Ida on said:

    Very nice poetry :-)

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  2. Agnes on said:

    I am married with
    The Cross
    with Your wounds,
    hundreds of thorns.
    I am married with
    heart pain
    which is ending
    in God’s
    hands

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