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      the mystery of sorrow

      THE REGAL DARK MYSTERIOUS CROSS

      The regal dark mysterious cross

      In song is lifted high,

      The wood on which our God was raised

      As Man against the sky.

      Upon this wood his body bore

      The nails, the taunts, the spear,

      Till water flowed with blood to wash

      The whole world free of fear.

      At last the song that David sung

      Is heard and understood:

      “Before the nations God as King

      Reigns from his throne of wood.”

      This wood now spread with purple wears

      The pageantry of kings;

      Of chosen stock it dares to hold

      On high his tortured limbs.

      O blessed Tree, upon whose arms

      The world’s own ransom hung;

      His body pays our debt and life

      From Satan’s grasp is wrung.

      O sacred Cross, our steadfast hope

      In this, our Passiontide,

      Through you the Son obtained for all

      Forgiveness as he died.

      May every living creature praise

      Our God both one and three,

      Who rules in everlasting peace

      All whom his cross makes free.

      PROBLEM OF EVIL

      God made Man free

      to get things wrong:

      He made the atom,

      we the bomb.

      INFINITE PATIENCE

      God lets

      his Son

      be stretched

      against

      the earth

      and nailed

      to the wood

      of the world

      behold

      the mystery

      of infinite

      patience

      that

      God

      should create

      a being

      able

      to see

      and love

      or blindly

      hate

      then patiently

      wait

      and not

      stop

      the entire

      show

      when an innocent

      child

      weeps in the

      night

      or his Son

      is stretched

      against

      the world

      and brutally

      nailed

      NAILS

      It is the consequences

      of our actions

      that condemn

      by their enormity

      the moments of our weakness

      each moment of blind folly

      blazing

      whether behind the wheel, the blade

      or in the bed

      begets

      undreamt of sadness

      taboos used

      to keep, like barbed wire,

      us from our lusts

      now

      taboos are gone

      and we abuse

      God's mercy

      we claim the freedom

      to make children

      of fake love

      and temporary union

      we claim the freedom

      to hire our minds

      for a passing high

      and, bored with being

      merely human,

      aim to be briefly gods

      we authorize

      a mother who

      cannot forget

      the babe she feeds

      to kill her child

      before she sees its face

      and if a mother

      is authorized

      to kill her child

      what's to stop me, brother,

      kicking you

      out of my womb

      we have no care

      for all that is and breathes

      upon our planet

      and are prepared

      to blow it at one puff

      all out of being

      but God who once

      watched his Son

      nailed by man

      and left to die

      still watches and accepts

      the consequences

      of making man

      able to love

      and — when he fails —

      even of making nails

      ULTRASOUND

      a man who does not love

      the brother

      that he can see

      (in the womb)

      cannot

      love

      God

      whom he has never seen

      JERICHO

      The man who fell in with thieves

      on

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