TO ST. LONGINUS / by Joseph Castorino


You rammed your lance into His side

  And out the crimson blood poured;

Startled when it splashed your face,

  You looked up at the crucified Lord.


Later His sacred blood pierced your soul,

  So you knelt down and began to pray;

This gradually led you towards holy freedom,

  To a path that was to become The Way.


Pontius Pilate marveled at your courage,

  For as a martyr you chose to die,

He wondered if what he heard of Jesus

  Might be the truth and not a lie.