There in the midst of arising emotions,
Enveloped in such grace, sanctity.
Not of any deity or set of commotions,
But a certain feeling of calmness, serenity.
You’ve embraced the very soul , thou wounded.
Uplifting, calming, peaceful.
Like the sea in its vast nature
With the cold breeze that visits the faithful.
Your love for humanity is never compounded .
Forgive, forgive, is what you commanded.
Oh my Lord, my Lord! What such grandeur!
With arched arms and feet nailed on wooden plank,
With such pain that drew on your sanity,
With bloodied face from a crown of thorns that sank,
Sweating, bloodied , scourged, scorned , suffered animosity,
Like a soiled piece of clothing on the ground.
How cruel, how insane, how entirely mundane!
Scotched from dignity, broken from mockery.
How gracious is your mercy, still unchained.
Enduring the gnawing pit of lashing steel around,
Yet, what such mercy from you have been found.
Oh my Lord, my Lord! Such a misery!
Oh Where does the song of praises for such a man,
Who have endured so much for one to be saved.
Can’t you reach for his hand, while you can?
Brushed off every bit of doubt and braved,
The throngs of unwittingly soldiers of despair.
Bring him down from the cross that tailed,
So much suffering to the Man with jarring pain.
Quick, cloth and embrace him with love unveiled,
Wipe out his sorrow, go beyond repair.
Never let him live in solitaire.
Oh my Lord! My God! In my heart you’ll retain.
Ma. Cecilia M. Trajano
