Veronica’s cloth
She walked out of a shadow
into His light;
with all the commotion
no one noticed,
yet before she approached
Jesus knew
she carried a balm
A warm cloth touched
His face,
a caress of love
of care
the gaze of a woman
who understands
With the care of a woman
in love
she took the cloth
as if to say,
I wipe your face
with tenderness
from my heart
all the rejection, spittle,
pain, the blood from your face,
I reach into your soul,
my Lord,
and I wipe all your hidden tears
as well
All the pain of this world
that as sweat
drips from your brow,
I wipe it
as I lay the warm cloth
on your face;
Oh Jesus,
I would do ever more
but this simple cloth
is all
I have
© Iva Beranek