Friday, April 18, 2014

A Corona of Thorns: Sonnets for the Stations of the Cross

2. Christ Falls the Second Time

He falls again to find he cannot rise,
Though inclination be as sharp as will.
This body no mere seeming, no disguise,
The God-Man truly man, for good or ill.
A Roman sword athwart a pilgrim’s way
Derails devotion, unslays sacrifice.
A passerby who longs his lamb to slay
Must now by-pass that plan to pay this price.
Though from the temple courts now balked by blood
Of man from shedding blood of goat or bull,
He leads a truer lamb behind this rood,
Enters a truer temple at the Skull.
Diverted from the way he would have trod,
A human hand here helps a human God.



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