Who is this Flesh?

WHO IS THIS FLESH

upon a

cross,

spattered and injected,

scourged now with promises of

ecstasy

that follow through with

maddenings of the

heart ?

 

Whose is this sacred flesh,

guttered?

This is the chosen one,

perfumed with favour,

sent

to call out all the

Simons of

serene piosities

untroubled by the flesh that’s

all about them,

Christ

nailed by needles now

and crying out

‘Why are you forsaking me?’

 

Seamus Devitt C.Ss.R.

 

 

 

 

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