The Kiss of Christ
Lo, there He hangs –
Ashened figure pinioned against the wood.God grant that I might love Him Even as I should. I draw a little closer To feel His love divine,
And Hear Him gently whisper,“Ah, precious child of mine –
If now I should embrace you, My hands would stain you red, An if I leaned to whisper, My thorns would pierce your head.”
‘Twas there I learned in sorrow That love demands a price; ‘Twas then I learned that suffering is but the kiss of Christ.
~ Trappist monk
With a Flame Inside
Jesus carried in His breast God the Holy Ghost, Carried on His way to death Love the uttermost,
Love that sought a sacrifice Infinitely wide. Jesus could not stop and rest With that Flame Inside
Now He dwells with Him Who was His Indweller here, And He casts that Fire on earth Wonderfully near.
Now like Him the just go forth With a Flame inside, Love that pleads and presses them To be crucified.
Since they bear the Holy Ghost For Whom Christ was spent, Where else can they go on earth Save where Jesus went?
~ Jessica Powers (Sister Miriam of the Holy Spirit – she entered a Carmelite monastery in Milwaukee, WI – she took her final vows in 1943.)