from Heart of Love
Semblance uttered not a word
as the eclipsing heavens scattered
thine occidented communion.
To death! can two impossible strangers meet
O Christ, where angels trod?
Thine impassioned pleading
bloodied and unshattered
estranged the very God from God!
What indefatigable love
saw in thy persecutors wild
a son of thine own Sire? -
Dear God, I can scarcely speak,
what blasphemy methinks there is tongued!
But thine own child? Heaven, witness of
the divine love!