Friday, April 6, 2012

Wounded

I am forgotten like the unremembered dead; I am like a dish that is broken
Psalm 31 


"The 5 Wounds of Our Lord" from The Glossary of Ecclesiastical Ornament &Costume
by A.W.N. Pugin, 1844. March "Print of the Month" at the Victoria and Albert Museum. 

 My life is like a broken bowl,
 A broken bowl that cannot hold 
One drop of water for my soul 
Or cordial in the searching cold; 
Cast in the fire the perish’d thing; 
Melt and remould it, till it be 
A royal cup for Him, my King: 
O Jesus, drink of me.



1 comment:

  1. Love Christina Rosetti's poetry. Thank you for posting this!!!

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