Monday, September 17, 2018

On Listening to the Agnus Dei

The music swells and fades, the sin goes on,
And who can profit from so dark a thing?
How shall we bear? But he has borne it all,
The Lamb of God who takes our every sin.

And all the world, and all the world he takes,
To bear the world’s vast agony away.
The sin of all the world? How shall we count
Its measure, who have built it every day?

Give us your peace, not ours. Ours is too small:
The peace of butterflies and sunbeams’ dance.
We need your peace, peace that endures all things.
This is our hope, this is our only chance.

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