Hear. See. Taste.

Ecce Homo (1639–1640) by Guido Reni

How came we to this place

Of long and shaky sighs

When, ere that upturned face

Of God did shock the angeled skies,

It rested first on Adam’s Grace

And on the Woman besides?

What did His all seeing eyes behold

Beyond the haze of crimson tears

But the image of His bride bold

Against the field of spears,

One of which His side to hold

For to rend the font of endless years.

Hark the voice that stilled the sea,

That called the dead to rise:

Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani.

Let fall the scales from thine eyes.

That same voice does beckon thee

From the priest, Christ in disguise,

Holding aloft both Blood and Body.

Dedication: To Antonin