by Sr Tamsin Mary o.p.

His trying took three days.  No, not a day:

his execution lasted some short hours.

Granted, He suffered, but how can you say

His pain and grief was greater than all ours,

who here upon the rack of this world's woe

live years of suffering and bitter pain?

Because He suffered what we hardly know:

What goodness suffers from the touch of sin;

because He knew, before He suffered death,

how He would suffer, struggling for breath

on nail-torn hands and slipping iron bonds

the splinters of the Cross in scourged wounds.

And with His mother's milk He tasted gall,

and swaddled sweetly knew the tomb and pall.

by Sr Ann Catherine Swailes.

It’s finished.  

Leaden, the words fall, and the silence rings. 

And rigid and unyielding as the wood,

The silly loveliness of former things

by Sr Ann Catherine Swailes

There is an ancient legend that identifies Veronica, who comforted Jesus on the way to Calvary, with the woman whom he healed of a haemorrhage earlier in His ministry.  

Salted with grains of blood his cheek

Pearls flung from the crazy crown 

That jaunts on his burning, sweat-thatched head

Through the leering, holy-day town:

by Sr Valery Walker o.p 

Cardinal Schönborn who is a Dominican, tells an anecdote he heard himself: At a community gathering a Dominican academic announced that he had almost finished writing a book that would prove that human beings were no more than animals. Another father responded, “Is it an autobiography?”