Lay for the Day 28th
feast of the Holy Innocents the children massacred by Herod in
the hope of exterminating that King of the Jews whose birth had been foretold
I cannot think you chose to
With babies impaled on a sword,
Though like better-chosen presents
Those also announced your infant presence.
Unbelievers know you didnt
Burnt, broken offerings, hellish
Rites for the choking heretics
Conversion into meat by fanatics.
Who ventured, then, to make
a blessed name cursed?
What deep returned the words reversed?
Finding the height unscalable,
Whod poison to his praise each syllable?
The tortured alone are like
No matter in what faith nurtured.
When the tormentor wears a cross,
All Hell rejoices in Jesuss loss.
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