CHIMES

Come walk beside her in the shadowed light,
Here trodden steps display the hope and fear,
In each awakening of passing time,
Mixed emotions rise to spangle and delight;
Each footprint a hollowed tear;
Settling dust, soft benevolent chime.

Come stand beside her, for the thorns have been shorn,
Here the rose unfolds in beauty,
Intricate palette of mortals destruction,
Morning dew, a mirrored form;
Enraptured reflection of purity;
Smallest though of emotion.

Counseling thoughts of the heart,
Holds heaven's truth in submission,
In peace the glowing satisfaction,
Manifested demure of cloth;
Enwrapped on the souls of tribulation;
Safekeeping a golden sanctum.

At The Altar

Comforting friend of the altar,
Here her steps is sadden,
She has mingled among your thorns,
Her steps have strayed so far;
East bound her pulse has gladden;
Salvation in her soul is born.

Station I

Chilling refrain of many ages,
Harken in the passage long,
In each eye a speck of turbulent,
Militant power of wages;
Echo a long forgotten wrong;
Stipulate a Savior's garment.

Station II

Chanting judgement to descend,
Here Love alone must bend:
In harmony the ages have sung,
Milestone of truths refrain;
Eras past of holy mass,
Sinners burden a weighty task.

Station III

Crushed in spiritual pain,
Hands weaken in mortal clasp,
Inflection a forsaken omen,
Move wearily in refrain;
Each rebute a poisonous asp;
Silent fall of all men.

Station IV

Cold tears upon your cheek,
Here the heart will repeat;
In lasting love, as many a child has met,
Mother's help an encouragement:
Earth shorn locks of detriment,
Salvation's holy sacrament.

Station V

Carrying troubles and inequities,
Hands reach out and yet,
Infallible conspiracies render their weight,
Move slow, as ages leave no formalities;
Each step is times crooked bet;
Steps of personal regret.

Station VI

Countenance, by her side you have been,
Hands holding a towel of truth,
In her eyes you have seen;
Her opalescent friend
Encouraged by charity's troth;
Salvation's hope moves as a dream.

Station VII

Curt a fall of pride,
Heaves pain upon her inner side;
In much the wonder does adhere,
Mistaken twice a friend does spur;
Enthralled by all does faith abide?
Salvation's friend of faith does hide.

Station VIII

Children's mothers', time pauses to relate,
Here pure thoughts linger to debate,
In friendship's arms she is weary,
Her cross is waiting for her story;
Each step she makes it linger true,
Salvation's wish is pride too.

Station IX

Clothed feet does pride not make
Here Love felt the cold, cold ground
In health are you not dismayed,
Her Savior was not so arrayed;
Enfold with cloth are you not well?
Sorrowed upon this spot, he fell.

Station X

Calloused hands of hardened ways,
Here Love's garments were torn
In much as ways of truth are stretched
Might honestly be left they pray;
Each humble gender forlorn
Salvation's path is reached.

Station XI

Cold hands as a forsaken fast,
Hold a trembled truth of pain,
In thrown upon the cross
Her Savior's cold nails of iron to clasp;
Each held by a colder refrain;
Silent plea of sinners lost.

Station XII

Careful, the time is a guardian's light,
Here three hours seemed all eternity,
In mirrored ways a Holy Host
Moves upward in delight;
Earth's gift upon humanity;
Savior, Father, and Love.

Station XIII

Cherished waif have you no home?
Here another stands to shine,
In memories passage she has stayed
Marvels to be, a sinless dove;
Each prayer a pure white dove;
Sweet ascension of all who prayer.

Station XIV

Careful guarded by a lowly candle,
Here another stands to shine,
Intrust of brotherly love they reflect,
Marvelous gift of supplications annual;
Each graceful thought a passage of time;
Salvation for all upon the path met.