Holy Saturday

                                              I See His Blood Upon the Roseblood of Christ 

I see His blood upon the rose

And in the stars the glory of His eyes,

His body gleams amid eternal snows,

His tears fall from the skies. 

I see His face in every flower;

The thunder and the singing of the birds

Are but His voice – and carven by His power

Rocks are His written words. 

All pathways by His feet are worn,

His strong heart stirs the ever-beating sea,

GoodFriday1His crown of thorns is twined with every thorn,

His cross is every tree. 

                                                         – Joseph M. Plunkett 

For Reflection:           

Today I will look for the manifestation of Christ in the ordinary experiences of my day. At day’s end, I will remind myself of how I have “seen” Jesus and will thank Him for His revelation.

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