The Hands of the King are soft and fair;
  They never knew labors stain.
The hands of the Robber redly wear
  The bloody brand of Cain.
But the hands of the Man are hard and scarred
  With the scars of toil and pain.

The slaves of Pilate have washed his hands
  As white as a king's may be.
Barabbas with wrists unfettered stands,
  For the world has made him free.
                                     But thy palms toil-worn by nails are torn,
                                            O Christ, on Calvary!

                                                    --James Jeffrey Roche

We’ll be discussing this poem in an upcoming podcast.  I thought I’d put it out there for discussion ahead of time, since we’re closing in on Holy Week.  It’s an exercise for the reader to make a connection with Lent.

“The Way of the Cross”

Along the dark aisles
Of a chapel dim,
The little lame girl
Drags her withered limb.
And all alone she searches
The shadows on the walls,
To find the three pictures
Where Jesus falls.

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