HE IS THE LONELY GREATNESS
He is the lonely greatness of the world—
(His eyes are dim),
His power it is holds up the Cross
That holds up Him.
He takes the sorrow of the threefold hour—
(His eyelids close),
Round Him and round, the wind—His Spirit—where
And so the wounded greatness of the World
In silence lies—
And death is shattered by the light from out
Those darkened eyes.
Madeleine Caron Rock
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