A-Poem-a-Day
Until Resurrection Day...
HOLY FACE
When I look
upon Your Visage
and pierced,
bruised Body
imprinted upon
the winding-sheet,
and contemplate
wounds You bore
for me,
it causes me to
quiver
with reverence
and awe.
After two
millennia
I witness Your
Passion
mapped out
on a white linen
proof-sheet.
Controversy has
abounded
about the
authenticity
of this ancient
Shroud of Turin;
I leave it to
greater minds
than mine to
ponder.
As for me,
in my spirit I
know,
it is You, my Lord.
Amazing. I can
look
upon the
negative
that’s positive
and actually
see Your Face,
Your beautiful
Holy Face,
suspended from
Its Divine Agony
and interlude
with death
when Your
Majestic Imprint
burst upon the
burial cloth.
Death sprang to
Life
in that
timeless flash-moment
of
Resurrection. Glorious!
Lord, I see
Strength,
unimaginable
Endurance,
but even more,
Peace
and the
Countenance
of Unsurpassed
Love.
Others may
debate carbon dating.
Let them
scrutinize and snip,
analyze in test
tubes,
on smeared
slides under microscopes,
and beneath
glaring, blaring lights
until Your
Second Coming!
As for me,
when I gaze
into the negative
that’s positive
burnished
miraculously
into that Holy
Shroud
at the Climax of all time,
I accept with
simple faith,
it is You, my
Lord.
Maude Carolan
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