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Verses For Alfeo Faggis Stations Of The Cross

RE Pilate's Court is:

None may clatter nor

Where the Wolf giving

To the Twins glares on all"Strip Him and scourge

Till flesh shows the blood,

And afterwards nail

On cross of wood."O

Silence in us the condemning word!

Heaven witnesseth, but only in the

Is any aid:"They know not what they do," and then on

The Cross is

The Cross that's wide and long enough to

His flesh and bone:

A spectacle unto the crowded way,

The Man goes on.

The Father's

May we know also, and may we fulfil!

Beneath the

The knees quail;

The heart pants,

The joints fail;

Almost the bones break;

He faints, his breath being loss;

He sinks beneath the Cross!

May

Be mindful of this road to Calvary!

Jesus His Mother meets:

She looks on Him and

The Saviour in Her Son:

The Angel's word comes back:

Within her heart she says,"Unto me let this be done!"Still is she full of grace.

By us, too, be it

The grace that brings us revelation!

V"If He should die upon the

That were a turn of ill:'Tis fixed the Crucifixion

Upon that skull-shaped hill.

Ho, man who looks with pity

The Man we take to

Bear you the Cross I order

Until He wins back breath."We

Our hearts being moved, the Cross up for Thy sake!

Down to her face His face He bends:

The helper she, the heartner:

His image in her cloth He leaves;

He leaves it, too, to all like

Who serve within a little room,

But run to help outside the door,

Who mend and brighten needed things:

He leaves it to good hearts, the Poor!

May we, too, wait,

Like her, and help, and be compassionate!

The Spirit is willing aye,

But weak the flesh put on;

Deadly the Cross's weight;

He stumbles on a stone,

And lies upon the road,

Seeing His Body's blood.

May

Forget not in these times that agony!

Heavy the Cross is:

He drags beneath its beam,

Yet,

Women of Jerusalem,

Weep not for Him:

Weep for your children, rather,

For that they cannot

The true Son of David,

The Saviour, shown ye.

O Lord,

Also to us say the revealing word!

The skull-shaped hill is near:

The earth and heaven are

Of light, and sight, and sound;

He falls upon the ground,

Knowing that journey's

Without one to befriend.

O

Bring us to Life according to Thy word!

X"Wouldst have me share this cloth,

Dividing it with sword?

Nay, fellow, we will keep it whole,

But hearken to my word:

Behind the Cross the

We'll throw; who wins will

What's high enough in

To pay a tavern debt."The vesture that makes one with Thee our soul,

May we keep whole!

XI"This thong,

I know, will last;

Draw out the arm and make it fast;

Through hand and board with

Drive the nail of mickle length.

Now,

King of the Jews, in the sun,

Gape, for our work is done."God

That our labours have no evil end!

The birds are flying home,

Now darkened is the sky,

And He hath given

With that great bitter

The ghost, and on the Cross(His Mother stays by it),

The title rightly His,

NG is writ.

May we draw

Considering in our hearts what Man is here!

Though pitiful it is to

The wounds, the broken Body,(The Body of Him that

As fair as lily of the grass!)Though the brow with thorns is riven,

And a spear through the side is driven,

It was all for our healing done,

Mother, by thy Son!

May

This Body in its glory come to see!

Now in the tomb is

Who had neither house nor hall,

Who in the wide world walked,

And talked with one and all;

Who told the sparrow's worth,

The lily's praises said,

Who kept wakeful in the

Now in the tomb is laid.

His Spirit still doth

On a new way of love!

Prince, by thine own darkened hour,

Live within me, heart and brain;

Let my hands not slip the rein!

Ah, how long ago the

Since a comrade rode with me:

Now, a moment, let me

Thyself, lonely in the dark,

Perfect, without wound nor mark!

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Padraic Colum

Padraic Colum (8 December 1881 – 11 January 1972) was an Irish poet, novelist, dramatist, biographer, playwright, children's author and collecto…

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