Poetry Inside the Passion
The Kiss of Christ
‘Twas there I learned in sorrow
That love demands a price;
‘Twas then I learned that suffering
is but the kiss of Christ.
~ Trappist monk
With a Flame Inside
Jesus carried in His breast God the Holy Ghost, Carried on His way to death Love the uttermost, Love that sought a sacrifice Infinitely wide. Jesus could not stop and rest With that Flame Inside Now He dwells with Him Who was His Indweller here, And He casts that Fire on earth Wonderfully near. Now like Him the just go forth With a Flame inside, Love that pleads and presses them To be crucified. Since they bear the Holy Ghost For Whom Christ was spent, Where else can they go on earth Save where Jesus went?
~ Jessica Powers (Sister Miriam of the Holy Spirit – she entered a Carmelite monastery in Milwaukee, WI – she took her final vows in 1943.)