Cristo del Calvario
Cristobal Fones
Christ of Calvary
On this afternoon, Christ of Calvary,
I came to plead for my sick flesh;
but, upon seeing you, my eyes come and go
from your body to mine with shame.
How can I complain about my tired feet,
when I see yours torn apart?
How can I show you my empty hands,
when yours are full of wounds?
How can I explain my loneliness to you,
when on the cross you stand alone?
How can I explain that I have no love,
when your heart is torn apart?
Now I don't remember anything,
all my pains have fled from me.
The fervor of the plea I brought
chokes in my begging mouth.
And I only ask not to ask you for anything,
to be here, next to your dead image,
to learn that pain is only
the sacred key to your holy door.
