but who does not tremble


(For the Eastertide we will depart from our talk on the Trinity)

I read of Christ crucified
the only begotten son
sacrificed to flesh and time
and all our woe. He died
and rose, but who does not tremble
for his pain, his loneliness,
and the darkness of the sixth hour?
Unless we grieve like Mary
and His grace, giving him up
as lost, no Easter morning comes.

-The Way of Pain, by Wendell Berry

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