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.