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Poem: “Sixth Station”

by on Mar 10, 2013 in Poetry
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Sixth Station
Good Friday

Come, all you who pass by.
Can you hear them moan and sigh?
Hot tears, bitter tears,
All your fears,
All those years,
Were they a waste?
I will not let it be a waste.
Here, man, if you will not turn back,
Here is a piece of my own slack,
What I should have been doing,
Hopefully, by this penance proving,
You Lord, are not alone.

Matthew B. Rose


Matthew B. Rose received his BA (History and Literature) and MA (Systematic Theology) from Christendom College.  He teaches  middle-schoolers history and English in a large Catholic parish school.  Matthew also runs a Catholic Q & A  blog (quidquidestest.wordpress.com) and a random, more personal blog (http://freakingawesomeblog.blogspot.com).