If the word has not converted,
it will be blood that converts.
—ST. JOHN PAUL II, from poem “Stanislaw“
I have felt drawn deeply into the Passion of Jesus these days, or more precisely, into the silence of His Passion. There reached a point when He was surrounded by so much division, so much rancour, so much accusation and betrayal, that words could no longer speak or pierce hardened hearts. Only His Blood could carry His voice and complete His mission.