Face of my Savior,
Tears streaming down Your Holy Face,
You gaze longingly into mine from where
The gentle Body of my Savior,
That only knew to love,
Has been nailed down,
Stretched into a frozen form
Of excruciating pain.
You penetrate my heart and soul
With eyes that speak
Of betrayal, of abandonment,
Of beatings and scourgings,
Of Crown of Thorns that digs deeply
Into so Sacred a Head;
Of holy ones turning away,
Hating so deeply to wish death
On such a pure soul,
The very One
Whom they should adore.
In Your eyes I see
The dark dungeon of humiliation
Where countless acts of degradation
Were performed against such purity,
Torturing the most divine of humans,
The most human of the Divine.
I see the bruises and tears on Your Body.
I see You stripped and shamed
To the core of the human soul.
Yet in Your Face I see only tender Love,
A precious Love so soft, so sweet, so complete
Even the nightmare of human abuses
Leaves only tears of Love
In so precious a Face,
Streaming from eyes
That penetrate into my depths,
Stirring my heart and soul.
Completely into our hands
You chose to deliver Yourself,
Knowing full well
Our repertoire of abuses
And our history of shame.
Abuses in Heart, Mind and Body,
As if nails could hold You;
Your most Sacred Heart
Pours forth such a precious Love,
By all manner of abuses.
Your Heart tenderly remains,
After millennia of abuses,
Still soft, still tender,
Still seeking the love
It has longed for
From the Cross and beyond.
Your most Sacred of Hearts
Desires a love so tender, so surrounded,
So willing to suffer for Your Love,
That You cannot resist,
You cannot refuse this heart anything;
A love to surrender to completely,
Surrounded with such tenderness
That You finally rest,
Loved beyond our ability to express,
Away from the abuses of the world,
The world You created to Love.
Feast of the Sacred Heart of Jesus