Saturday, October 14, 2006
The Cross
THE CROSS
To the Mothers of the Martyred Dead upon the Field of Battle
JOSEPHINE TURCK BAKER
My flesh cries out for its own flesh!
poem from the Book by Vincent Godfrey Burns; Macmillan, 1930
My blood demands its own heart's blood!
The thundrous roar of cannon is the answer to my call.
Give me back my flesh and blood!
To bring forth I did pass through dark Gethsemane,
And bear with Him the tortures of the Cross;
And to what end? to add one more unto
The martyred dead upon the field of battle.
His dear face, covered with my kisses,
Upturned in marble coldness, blood-stained,
The death-dew gathering on his brow.
His sweet voice, lingering fondly "Farewell, Mother!" forever
stilled.
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Yes, not many people consider the meaning of the Mothers Day Proclamation and the call for mothers to join. I wonder how it became all about Hallmark anyway?
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