O Love, O divine Kiss of the Father and the Son,
offer to my Sovereign, King and Master,
the humiliation he endured
on the way to his cruel execution
—O God! to put Sovereign Love to death!—
…milling crowds, jeering, conjecturing, pontificating
…leaders planning and scheming what would be better for the people
—and how right they were—
the people who knew better…
who stripped away the flowers and fruits
so fragile and tender
he had cultivated with
to his Father’s glory.
putting a hard stop to his mission
now stamped with the verdict “Failure”
to be uprooted
and eliminated from the land.
I hold to my breast, O Love, the
lamb of sacrifice, shivering in the
cold of a Bethlehem’s night….
“Are you willing to walk
set up your home in my broken Heart
enflesh the Father’s Truth…as I.
O Kiss – O Love!
Offer to the Father
the love of my Sovereign Lord and Master
the force of his surrendered determination
to permeate the darkness of no return.
to be counted as stupid,
useless, a danger to the establishment….
and he opened not his mouth.
he handed himself over to his Abba.
I hold to my breast the Lamb of God
who takes away the sins of the world.
Mary hands him to me
Compassion in His Eyes.
cover my struggling
flickering in the winds….
“I make you white as fresh-fallen snow.”