tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20981956.post5646398273464462698..comments2024-03-27T11:26:55.051-04:00Comments on Vox Cantoris: The Limbs of Our JesusUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20981956.post-26983065535302579082017-04-14T21:00:25.192-04:002017-04-14T21:00:25.192-04:00If I remember right, Bishop Fulton Sheen used to r...If I remember right, Bishop Fulton Sheen used to read that poem. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20981956.post-50427612015640758672017-04-14T19:36:26.102-04:002017-04-14T19:36:26.102-04:00http://poetry.elcore.net/CatholicPoets/Plunkett/Pl...http://poetry.elcore.net/CatholicPoets/Plunkett/Plunkett29.html I see His Blood Upon the Rose by Joseph Mary Plunket<br /> <br />I see his blood upon the rose<br />And in the stars the glory of his eyes,<br />His body gleams amid eternal snows,<br />His tears fall from the skies.<br /> <br />I see his face in every flower;<br />The thunder and the singing of the birds<br />Are but his voice—and carven by his power<br />Rocks are his written words.<br /> <br />All pathways by his feet are worn,<br />His strong heart stirs the ever-beating sea,<br />His crown of thorns is twined with every thorn,<br />His cross is every tree.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20981956.post-13205168624501942872017-04-14T19:27:05.169-04:002017-04-14T19:27:05.169-04:00Roberto,
How beautiful.
Thank you.
VoxRoberto,<br /><br />How beautiful.<br /><br />Thank you.<br /><br />VoxVox Cantorishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16987049370515084083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20981956.post-63912195351177585642017-04-14T14:47:06.335-04:002017-04-14T14:47:06.335-04:00Prayer to Christ on Calvary
by Gabriela Mistral
tr...Prayer to Christ on Calvary<br />by Gabriela Mistral<br />translated from the Spanish by Roberto Hope<br /><br />This afternoon, O Christ on Calvary<br />I came to plead to Thee for my ill flesh<br />but on seeing Thee, my eyes just went and came<br />from Thy wounded body to my own with shame.<br /><br />How can I about my tired feet complain<br />when Thine so badly shattered I observe?<br />How can I show my empty hands to Thee<br />when Thine so full of wounds are spattered?<br /><br />How can I my solitude to Thee explain<br />when hoisted on the Cross alone Thou art?<br />How can I tell Thee that no love I have<br />when I see that Thy heart all torn Thou hast?<br /><br />Now I no longer can anything recall<br />from me now all my ills have fled.<br />The vigor in the pleading I had brought<br />has from my cadging mouth now been suppressed.<br /><br />And now I only plead to plead for nothing,<br />just to be here beside Thy dying image,<br />to go on learning that all pain is nothing<br />but holy doorkey to Thy holy gateway.Roberto Hope Sánchez Mejoradahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14111934123161775044noreply@blogger.com