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Poem: “Ninth Station”
Ninth Station Good Friday Why doesn’t he stay there? It’s good for him, the old dusty air. Kings of Kings…
Author Matthew B. Rose
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Poem: “Eighth Station”
Eighth Station Good Friday Mother, who’s that man? Why is he sighing? Mother, who’s that lady? Why is she crying?…
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Poem: “Seventh Station”
Seventh Station Good Friday I can see Him now, coming up this way, Murmuring words no man can say. Worming…
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Poem: “Sixth Station”
Sixth Station Good Friday Come, all you who pass by. Can you hear them moan and sigh? Hot tears, bitter…
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Poem: “Fifth Station”
Fifth Station Good Friday My God, My God, Why am I here? Why the tortures Horrors Grimly I fear This…
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Poem: “Fourth Station”
Fourth Station Good Friday “My Lord.” “My Lady fair.” “Speak lover.” “Purest Beloved: Do you remember, long ago, a gift…
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Poem: “Third Station”
Third Station Good Friday A man lays broken Words unspoken A priceless token Freely given But still riven And yet…
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Poem: “Second Station”
Second Station Good Friday The other day, when we were walking (we are almost out of time) I remember you…
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Poem: “Good Friday”
“Good Friday” Intro Deus meus, Deus meus, O my Lord, Save us, save us, Through your mercy Save us. Adam,…
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About the Operation
“About the Operation” (author’s note: the following story is an adaptation of a short story by Ernest Hemingway entitled “Hills…