Our Lord Stubs His Toe

The shock of it
tested my human will
years before my Hour
came

Father
it is a small thing
compared to the immolation
you formed my patience for
and for which my Heart
burns

Grief
and mercy abound
as I contemplate a sinner
dashing his foot upon a
stone and cursing
me

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