At the Fifth Station of the Cross
I am asked to “accept in particular
the death that is destined for me”
Which I must keep myself from guessing
Which I cannot refuse.
At the first Station of the Cross
I am asked to say to Jesus
“I love you more than I love myself”
Which I long to believe
And which is already a dying.
Published in the September 25, 2015 issue: View Contents
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