Glorious Cross February
For you I struck down the kings of Canaan, but you struck my head with a reed (Reproaches, Good Friday).
I answer you.
The little ones always feel powerless,
in need of someone to be their champion.
We confess that you are there
to dethrone the Pharaohs, the Nebuchadnezzars, the Caesars.
But why do you seem to delay so much,
leaving us far too long in the hands of despots,
in situations where we even lose our dignity,
in the choking grip of evil?
Are our cries not loud enough to get your attention?
Does not the stench of our spilled blood move you?
Why does the clamor of our falling not incite you to react?
Forgive this impatience and lack of confidence,
that has made us violent people, even toward you.
If we lift the reed against you in our pain,
take it as the howl of intercession to awaken you
rather than the act of rebels to dishonor you.
Save us quickly by your Cross!
Nothing can escape God’s awareness, but he pretends to lower his eyes. (Madagascar)
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