On the cross I see Jesus Christ stretched out,
naked, feet and hands nailed through, the right side
the open wound; His crown of jewels, thorns;
jeered at from all sides by the world's riffraff;
on his frame he bears the heavy weight of
our criminal natures, and a heart stirred,
illumined only by love defeats death
and an angry crowd of hostile people.
Patience, humility. obedience,
and the soul's other strengths, these were His stars
a unique constellation of charity
made God's son lovely. The harsh struggle, these
virtues, that pardon, His way of dying
made goodness once for all magnificent.
|An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition|
From V LXXX:240. See also B S1:77:123; in MS V2; Valgrisi 78. Translation: Jerrold 287; McAuliffe 105; Gibaldi 41. A fourteenth in a series meditating Christ. Key