'I gave the keys of my heart to Love - to Love on a blood-stained tree,
Whose Heart and Hands and Feet were pierced as a purchase-price for me,
Whose Head hung heavy beneath the crown which marked Him King of Grief.
I gave the house of my heart to Love as hospice for His relief.
And yet, when He comes to claim His own, to shelter Himself with me,
How often I fail to pierce the guise of the King Whose Throne was a tree.
How often I ask that He garb Himself with raiment befitting my whim -
How strange that I keep Him waiting to know if there's room for the likes of Him.'
(from The Living Pyx of Jesus by A Religious, Pelligrini, 1941, p. 57)
Painting: Fra Angelico