The Path That Threads

The Way of the cross,
Rightly bourne in thy soul;
Is the only way
Into His merciful balm.
The path that threads
The Garden of Gethsemane,
And climbs to embrace
The Hill of Golgatha,
Alone conducts one,
To the mystery of resurrection,
On that early spring morning;
And onward to
The manyfold sacred glories
Of Ascension Mount.
If we will not
Drink of His cup,
Or be baptized
With His baptism:
We cannot expect to share
In the subtle joys
Of His espousels,
Or the sublime ecstasy
Of His triumph!
Gaze at Him .......;
Cleave unto Him .......;
Partake of Him:
And ye shall not miss
Even one note
Of His everlasting symphony;
Or a single rarefied cation,
In the eternal bliss
That He hath set in motion;
For those chosen to follow
His wondrous, threaded path.