A Poem for Christ the King

Icon of Christ Pantocrator: Photo by David Russell Mosley

Unfortunately, as the liturgical year comes to an end, I find myself laid up at home with a case bronchitis. This means I won’t be able to attend the Mass of Christ the King of the Universe tomorrow. Still, not allowing the frailties of my body get me down, here’s a poem for tomorrow’s Solemnity.

“Christ the King”

We crowned you first as king with bloody holly.
The droplets of your blood, they stained the berries.
Next we drove you on bearing our folly,
And jeered not knowing it was our sin you carried.
We nailed your hands to the beam, your arms outstretched,
And nailed your feet to form the Grecian tau.
We raised you up as one unloved and wretched,
And yet you seek to forgive us anyhow.
Then we pierced your side to make you bleed,
And holy blood and water came raining down,
But with this blood and flesh you wish to feed
Us. You made the Holy Grail out of the ground.
By your five wounds we are washed and clean,
To be more human than we’ve ever been.

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