I See His Blood Upon the Rose

by Joseph Mary Plunkett


Original Language English

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.

-- from The Oxford Book of English Mystical Verse, Edited by Daniel Nicholson / Edited by Howard Sinclair

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