The Angel of Agony

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The Angel of Agony 

Kneeling alone in the garden shade, 

Bedewed with blood; drops fall to 

Thy bed of green earth, pleading with Him

For all tormented souls, the dying and the dead.

 

Until that Beatific Vision, 

Thou art blind; for even in Spirit 

Thy purgatory, which comes like fire, 

Is fire without its light, fight in desperation

The war to uphold His Wisdom. 

 

The Angel sweetly Caresses,

In her arms: carefully dipping thee

In the lake, without a sob, through the flood

Thy rapid passage take, sinking deep,

Deeper into the dim distance, whereupon

Yellow light flickers, 

Thee reawakened with forgiveness. 

 

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Saviour is He

The Angel spoke thus:

 

My Father gave

In charge to me

This child of earth

From its birth, even

To serve and save,

Alleluia,

And Saviour is He.

 

This Child of clay

To me was given,

To rear and train

By sorrow and pain

In the narrow way,

Alleluia,

From earth to heaven.

 

I Journey on My Way

A poem meditating on the Pilgrim’s Progress:

 

Alone with God, none but thee

I journey on my way

Safely in thy hand, more safe

Than if a herd of bulls around me stand.

 

Thou are so near, what need I fear?

Night or day, the Father is here

Heavenly Kingdom is my salvation.

 

Wherever I speak, life is there

Whatever I say, he is sense

My lips bloom like cherries

Wisdom carries me on merrily.

 

Filling my lungs for everyone

Despair flees from those in need

Whose hearts in love rejoice, the living Christ.

 

Traversing mountains and valleys,

Long and wild, steep and wet

Mary, fair Virgin, light and upright

Hold me on this Pilgrim journey.