Pietà

Still His wounded memory shines

beyond assessing human crimes

and bearing all is hemorraging in little stars

you call Him quaint if anything at all

and thicken the walls that seem to keep him Out

yet in His tenderness still we live

who  doubt His longing to forgive

and laugh to scorn the steps he takes

to every Golgotha for our sakes

yet with each fresh wound Light must grow

that has no other course to go

and tread the way both broken

and Whole.

and tread the way both broken and Whole.

mary angela douglas 28 august 2021