AM I A STONE?
Am I a stone and not a sheep,
that I can stand, O Christ, beneath
Thy cross to number drop by drop
Thy blood’s slow loss
and yet not weep?
Not so these women loved
who with exceeding grief
Not so fallen Peter,
Not so the sun and the moon which hid their faces
in a starless sky,
as horror of great darkness at broad noon.
I, only I. Yet give not o’er,
but seek Thy sheep, true Shepherd of the flock.
Greater than Moses, turn and look once more
and smite a rock!