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O, passionflower,

growing in Mary’s Garden—
your lavender flowers prophetic in unction:

your tendrils showing forth Christ’s scourging,
the three top stigma the nails,

the five lower anthers the wounds,
the radial filaments the crown of thorns

placed on the head of the one
called “King of the Jews.”

O, teach us, teach us, little reminder—
for red stains are His blood, shed,

the style to mock, to offer Him vinegar:
your fragrance spices to anoint,

and like the dogwood,
your taller neighbor

with each flower Calvary’s cross,
your blossoms focus on the sadness:

for, while gladly we walk in the garden,
the joy of heaven is yet to come.

first published in Flutter as “Ode To the Passionflower”