When you stretched your arms the length of the cross

When you stretched your arms the length of the cross,
when your body was opened, with wide holes,
gashes, pierced all over, you broke open
Paradise to us, you rent wide limbo--

stones, walls, veils were no longer in the way.
You revealed to us the truth, in the dark,
ribbed round with ice, the mind until then shut,
you filled us with a burning passion when

you opened Your sacred book. You gave us
a gentler world, goodness we had not seen,
hidden in a harsh justice based on fear.

The peace I crave, quiet, sacred blissful
days! limitless freely-given pity
unveiled before us God's grace, light, and love.

An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition
See V LXXIII:233. See also B S:94:132; MSs V2, Ve2; Valgrisi 95. An eleventh in a series meditating Christ. Key

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