Friday, April 22, 2011

Good Friday

Am I a stone, and not a sheep,
That I can stand, O Christ, beneath Thy cross,
To number drop by drop Thy Blood’s slow loss,
And yet not weep?

Not so those women loved
Who with exceeding grief lamented Thee;
Not so fallen Peter weeping bitterly;
Not so the thief was moved;

Not so the Sun and Moon
Which hid their faces in a starless sky.
A horror of great darkness at broad noon –
I, only I.

Yet give not o’er
But seek Thy sheep, true Shepherd of the flock;
Greater than Moses, turn and look once more
And smite a rock.

- by Christina Rossetti

4 comments:

altar ego said...

This is beautiful. Thank you.

revkjarla said...

I love this poem. Thank you....amen.

Jan said...

Beautiful. I had forgotten about this one and may have to post it, too. Thank you.

Processing Counselor said...

Nice, thanks

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