Saturday, April 4, 2015

o felix culpa


O happy fault, that gained for us so great, so glorious, a Redeemer. 


Jesus, how I wish I could cradle in my arms, as your Holy Mother did, your sacred head - and weep over its bruises, over the punctures from the crown of thorns.

To kiss your pierced hands and feet. 

To lock myself in the tomb to guard your sacred body while awaiting the glory of your resurrection. 

O Lord, I would gladly kiss the stone closing your tomb - but I would rather that my heart were entombed behind that stone, next to yours. 

In the holy silence of this day, teach our hearts to love you, and to long only for you as we await your return. 



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