The Kiss of Christ
Lo, there He hangs, ashened figure — pinioned to the wood.
God grant that I might love him — even as I should.
I draw a little closer — to touch the face divine.
And then He leans to whisper — “Oh foolish child of mine.
If now I should embrace you — my hands would stain you red.
And if I leaned to kiss you — the thorns would pierce your head.”
‘Twas then I learned in meekness — that love demands a price.
‘Twas then I knew that suffering — is but the kiss of Christ.
Lent is a time to “turn the heart”. Sometimes we get preoccupied with our own problems as a distraction. Like everything, though, God always gives an “alternative” way of seeing things. All we have to do is look for it. It’s true that personal suffering can be overwhelming at times. In this anonymous poem there is “another way” to look at things. Blessed Lent and “mettanoia” for the Easter to come!
KathrynCunningham
Kathryn is a retired junior high teacher. A convert with a love for the Church she believes that its teachings have a more than viable application for today's world. She writes practical theological for the people in the pews believing that they have as much right to good catechesis as our youth and converts. Her writings appear on Catholic web sites and local Church publications. She has even been published in the diocese of Australia and most recemtly Zenit. Kathryn holds a Master's in Theology and is a certified spiritual director. Learn more about Kathryn at: www.atravelersview.org
That is beautiful! Thank you for sharing the meaningful and inspiring post.
Awesome meditation. Thanks so much for sharing this beautiful poem/prayer.