I See His Blood

I see His blood upon the rose
And in the stars the glory of His eyes
His body gleams amid eternal snows,
His tears fall from the skies.

I see His face in every flower;
The thunder and the singing of the birds
Are but His voice -- and carven by His power
Rocks are His written words.

All pathways by His feet are worn,
His strong heart stirs the ever beating sea,
His crown of thorns is twined with every thorn
His cross is every tree.

"I See His Blood Upon the Rose"
By Joseph M. Plunkett

When I discovered this poem by the Irish poet Joseph M. Plunkett back in the 60s, I thought it was one of the most magnificent poems ever penned. I still do! I memorized it immediately, and it often comes to mind when I view "God's grandeur" in nature. Much to my delight, this morning I came across a lovely reflection upon this poem by Friar Jack Wintz, O.F.M. at American Catholic. "Friar Jack's E-spirations" appear regularly at American Catholic and provide a wealth of information and inspiration for any Catholic who wants to grow in our faith. Scan the Archives of these columns to see what's available.