I See His Blood Upon the Rose

I see his blood upon the roseRose On Wood BW

And in the stars the glory of his eyes,

His body gleams amid eternal snows,

His tears fall from the skies.

I see his face in every flower;

The thunder and the singing of the birds

Are but his voice – and carven by his power

Rocks are his written words.

All pathways by his feet are worn,

His strong heart stirs the ever-beating sea,

His crown of thorns is twined with every thorn,

His cross is every tree.

*a poem by Joseph Mary Plunkett (1887-1916)

O Father, that I might see you in all things and by all things be led back to my heart where you dwell.

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~ by Ted Wueste on December 28, 2012.

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