Hanging now upon his Holy Cross,
The Son of God is crucified;
even now, he is crucified,
for every sin of humankind,
reaches out through space and time,
inflicting wounds upon his flesh.

So I strive to comfort him,
and you should, too.

That we Veronicas go forth in prayer,
to wipe the bloodied face of Christ;
and kiss his wounds upon his way.

As man takes up his name,
going forth into battle;
blaspheming The Divine Mercy,
in their crusade against humanity,
we kiss the feet of our Saviour,
nailed to a piece of wood.

Do you rattle your bones, O Antichrist,
can they see your coming tortures;
and they seize you with terror,
they should.

For you have claimed righteousness,
in the body which contains your soul;
full of darkness, violence, and hatred.

The One who shall descend,
upon the clouds of Heaven in glory;
he shall pierce you with his breath,
as you make light of your iniquities,
and say, "I am above The Law."

©2026 Maria Morisot

MARIA MORISOT
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