Reflection for Good Friday from Romania

Pieta, a Good Friday poem — Ana Blandiana, Romania

The clear pain, the death has brought me back, Submitted to your arms, almost a child. You don’t know whether to be thankful Or to cry For such happiness, Mother. My body, stripped of the mystery Is yours alone. Sweet your tears drip onto my shoulder And gather obediently near the blade. How good it […]

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