Tuesday, 10 July 2012


There was a Man
Who incurred man's hatred
More than any. But to His own,
And to God, entirely lovable.

Amid a world of hatred,
Crucifying God's Man,
A few, attracted by Him,
Gathered around His cross.

So His own gathered together
In His absence: forming for
His presence an atmosphere
Of delighted affection.

Why is He the Beloved?
Because God saw in every act
And thought He was true,
Noble, just and pure.

1 comment:

I'm glad to hear how this strikes you!