Poems from Beneath the Veil

"She slid her veil from off her head, and with it cupped his face, a touching act of mercy in response to heaven’s grace."
Veronica's Veil
Then as she pulled the veil away, a tear ran down her cheek, His look of love made her cry out, and made her knees grow weak.

Veronica’s Veil

 Veronica could not compete

With the roaring, raucous mob,

Though no one heard her plead to move,

She pushed with one last sob. 

Compassion and persistence

 Had begged her try again,

And just that quick she found herself

Before the man condemned. 

It’s then he fell beneath the cross

 that forced him to the ground,

Which ripped his skin and tore his face,

Head pierced by thorny crown. 

Blood mixing with the dirt and stones,

They spat upon him too,

This cursed man whom they reviled,

As winds of hatred blew. 

But quickly moving to his side,

She felt a sudden chill,

The world around her disappeared

And time itself stood still. 

She slid her veil from off her head,

And with it cupped his face,

A touching act of mercy in

Response to heaven’s grace. 

Then as she pulled the veil away,

A tear ran down her cheek,

His look of love made her cry out,

And made her knees grow weak. 

His sacred eyes, his holy face,

 His body racked with pain,

A memory she’d not forget,

Long after he was slain. 

A soldier then wrenched her away,

Into the screaming crowd.

She clawed and shoved her way through them,

Heart pounding with head bowed. 

At last she found a quiet street,

And knelt in shear relief.

The bloody veil clutched to her chest,

And cried from fear and grief. 

Then as she held the veil she saw

The imprint of his face,

Majestic in its blood and wounds,

The source of every grace. 

The image burned upon her soul,

She found she could not speak.

But bowed in adoration as

She kissed her Savior’s cheek.

©2017 Donna Sue Berry