Am I a stone and not a sheep <br />That I can stand, O Christ, beneath Thy Cross, <br />To number drop by drop Thy Blood's slow loss, <br />And yet not weep? <br /> <br />Not so those women loved <br />Who with exceeding grief lamented Thee; <br />Not so fallen Peter weeping bitterly; <br />Not so the thief was moved; <br /> <br />Not so the Sun and Moon <br />Which hid their faces in a starless sky, <br />A horror of great darkness at broad noon— <br />I, only I. <br /> <br />Yet give not o'er, <br />But seek Thy sheep, true Shepherd of the flock; <br />Greater than Moses, turn and look once more <br />And smite a rock.<br /><br />Christina Georgina Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/good-friday-12/
