Seventh station.'Tis not the stone that conquer now, nor the knotted flails; It is the soul that falters here, it is the soul that fails. O midway of our mortal life when the strong soul is spent, when the compass loses its polar star polar star n. See daughter star. and faith its firmament, Because the flinty flint·y adj. flint·i·er, flint·i·est 1. Containing or composed of flint. 2. Unyielding; stern: a flinty manner. road is long, the steep climb without end, We seem to sink, abandoned by every hope and friend. O lengthening years of weariness, inflexible cold fate! Borne down by secret self-disgust and the cross's cruel weight We fall at last, not on our knees in supplicating prayer, But wretchedly, face downward, in agonized ag·o·nize v. ag·o·nized, ag·o·niz·ing, ag·o·niz·es v.intr. 1. To suffer extreme pain or great anguish. 2. To make a great effort; struggle. v.tr. despair. The jaded body falls, ah yes, but not till the tires will stumbles- Save us, Lord, from this second fall when the weary spirit crumbles! PAUL CLAUDEL Paul Claudel (August 6, 1868 – February 23, 1955) was a French poet, dramatist and diplomat, and the younger brother of the sculptor Camille Claudel. He was most famous for his verse dramas, which often convey his devout Catholic faith. |
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