The Sculpture of St. Cecilia by Stefano Maderno in Trastevere, Rome.

Young lady, who are you?
Your beloveds called you Cecilia,
Yet your Beloved called you more.

Where is your face?
Why are you on the floor?
Who left the scars upon your neck,
And do the marks endure?

Your flesh was found,
And they called it incorrupt.
Your body was cast down,
Yet it would not be cut up.

You live now in True Life.
You gaze now upon the True Face.
Your fingers grasp the Divine,
And your death shows us True Faith.

Pray for me who fears,
Pray my love is like yours,
Pray Cecilia, that I am called more.

© 2013 Evan Pham: in memory of the Martyrdom of St. Cecilia today.