Man of Sorrows
The face was not cold,
like expensive white marble,
but lonely,
discomforting with
a wider, deeper
acceptance of the north sun:
orange, and
alluring.
He hung with hands
outstretched in a cold cathedral,
subdued martyrdom
latent in the echoes
of the ornate gold throne.
Familiar with anguish,
the tapestry hangs on the wall:
millions of gilt gold threads
and singular purity,
the face of a madonna
with child.
--Emily Isaacson, The Fleur-de-lis Vol I
Seminary of Christ the King, Mission Abbey, Mission B.C. Photograph by Emily Isaacson
