Pauline Johnson: “I do not feel the thorns so much today…”

 

Pauline Johnson (“Tekahionwake”)

(Ontario Mohawk poet, 1861-1913)

“Brier: Good Friday”

 

 

Because, dear Christ, your tender, wounded arm

Bends back the brier that edges life’s long way,

That no hurt comes to heart, to soul no harm,

I do not feel the thorns so much today.

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Because I never knew your care to tire,

Your hand to weary guiding me aright,

Because you walk before and crush the brier,

It does not pierce my feet so much tonight.

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Because so often you have hearkened to

My selfish prayers, I ask but one thing now,

That these harsh hands of mine add not unto

The crown of thorns upon your bleeding brow.

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