Redemptive Scourge Poem by Dorothy Kardas, Psy.D. Th.D.
Redemptive Scourge
What have we done to You
By abysmal oblivion,
Ill-will to Your saving Law?
Meek Master...
Ill-treated by us all...
Clothed in the garb of hellcats,
Forcing with rage and fury
Satanic blows...
O bitter savage scourging;
Great welts and livid tumors
Concealing Heavenly Flesh;
Blood Divine running down
In streams to pavement;
Pristine, Virginal Flesh
Scattered in pieces
About the pavement...
Bones laid bare larger
Than a palm of the hand!
Sacred, disfigured
Countenance...
Wounded, swollen,
Blinded, spat at...
O unwounded
Not a single spot!
Heart most merciful
Enduring sore insults...
Tender Mother bearing
Every single throe
O aggrieved Mother,
Pierced, riveted
With the sword
Of relentless
And undying woe...
(For Our Savior & Holy Mother)
Captivating! The images will never leave my mind. All this, and more, Jesus did for our salvation. We should fall on our knees to thank the Lord.
...Bones laid bare larger Than a palm of the hand! ....... Untouched and hanging from the hollow. To hold such diagram an authority always should keep the footprints on human heart.
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5/2/2024 2:38:25 PM # 1.0.0.1119
What a heart wrenching poem of Christ's passion. Your words engraved images in my mind that will last forever.