PRELUDE

Had there not been GethsemaneAnd Calvary and full surrender on the cross,How could we then have had the proofOf folded graveclothes and deserted tomb?How can the power of Love roll any stone awayExcept we ask for more than to escapeThe swords and staves of Olivet?

There have been crosses borne up countless hillsOn other Fridays, toward some Calvary,To face the crucifixion day of self.With full surrender to the will of God.A silent weeping of the heart,Reluctant still to yield that which it must,Prolongs, perhaps, the slow ascent.But they who climb the lonely steeps with love,And firmly plant their cross against the sky,Will find complete relinquishmentA sacred prelude to the resurrection light.

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