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lorraine coscia-ackerman's avatar

When I was a little girl in a Roman Catholic Italian immigrant family I would visit my maternal grandmother. She had candles burning on her altar in front of statues and pictures of Jesus. There is a tradition in the church for the sacred heart of jesus. Jesus is shown with his heart exposed in his chest and it is on fire, bright flames of fire. Some times there would be a crown of thorns piercing his bleeding heart. We were called to worship his bleeding broken suffering heart over the sins of the world that made him weep. My grandmother left a deep impression on me. She rarely left her home and she was a woman of deep old country faith. Your poem invited these memories

to rise up on this Easter day. Who will stand for the sacred heart? I will in memory of Stephanie Carnavale from Palermo in Sicily. May you rise up and out of all that prevents you from standing in life as your beautiful true self.

Margaret Watts Romney's avatar

I remember reading that death by crucifixion was so common at the time that Christianity didn't take up the cross as their symbol until hundreds of years after the fact. He was not the first. Thank you for this.

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