Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Poetry of the Cross

Yea, once Immanuel's orphaned cry
his universe hath shaken;
it went up single, echoless,
"My God, I am forsaken!"

It went up from the Holy's lips
Amid his lost creation,
That, of the lost,
No son should use those words of desolation....

-- Elizabeth Barrett Browning
from "Cowper's Grave"

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