Paul Clement Czaja
Paul Clement Czaja Poems
- Pieta Mary holds the dead Jesus in her lap Like her baby, ...
- Easter Meditation Though no one knew Or believed it, Your ...
- Our Now Night runs When you In your glorious so Sunshiny ...
- Sanguis Christi Sins are the cause for Jesus’ blood ...
- Redwing Blackbirds Coming into Winona from my cottage in ...
- Mama Crow A robin’s song woke me this Saturday with its ...
- Christ The Last Mohegan Just for today I shall be a free ...
My Baptismal name is Paul after the saint who wrote such good and helpful letters - my middle name is Clement after my paternal grandfather who played the violin - my family name is Czaja (pronounced “chai-a” which rhymes with “Hi-ya! ”) which is the Polish word for the Lapwing plover (Vanellus vanellus) . I am from the North-East Bronx originally, and as a boy with my twin brother, Pete, was ... more »
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Mary holds the dead Jesus in her lap
Like her baby,
And she gently rocks Him
As if He were just asleep,
But this is not the Bethlehem Cave.
It is Golgotha.
And the blood she sees on Him
Is not the blood of birth
But the blood of death.
She feels utterly alone,
What is she to do about it?
She is His mother,
And so she must clean Him up, wash Him,
Get all the grime and gore off,
As she did so many times
When He was a little boy
And was hurt at play.
So - as if in a reverie -
She begins to wash His wounds
With a little white ...