The Shroud of Turin: A Poem by Joe Marmion, one of our pilgrims to Turin

by Steve Ray on April 5, 2012

The Shroud of Turin Ascension Thursday May 2010
by Joe Marmion

To see the face of Christ, to see the wounds he suffered, the wounds of the scourging were particularly visible as dots and dashes all over His body.

shroudNot an I blinded eye
came to read
the silent summation
of your dying
on that Thursday
You ascended.
Shredded flesh on
shredded linen,
The Morse Code
of “I am risen.”
Dying shameful
Buried well.
Joyful crying on a day
of acclamation
with this pilgrim ecclesiae
Confident in a conviction
that nothing can prevail
Not then, not now
not even to the
Gates of Hell

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