"I See His Blood Upon The Rose"
I see His blood upon the rose
And in the stars the glory of His eyes,
His body gleams amid eternal snows,
His tears fall from the skies.
I see His face in every flower;
The thunder and the singing of the birds
Are but His voice -- and carven by His power,
Rocks are His written words.
All pathways by His feet are worn,
His strong Heart stirs the ever - beating sea.
His crown of thorns is twined with every thorn,
His Cross is every tree.
"The Golden Book of Catholic Poetry" edited by Alfred Noyes - J.B. Lippincott Company, New York, NY 1946
