Remembered fear reluctant time destroys
and terror becomes sterile. Year by year
the present gathers memories to rear
its battlements. What forays fear employs
diminish with the memories of joys,
of hope articulated, simple cheer
recalled, of all snug habits which inhere
in rituals which act as safe convoys.

Fearless, then, protected, unafraid,
let us address the issues of this time
which else would daunt us. With us are arrayed
two thousand years of sacrificial grime,
  of thorn sharp crowns and caking blood hard dried,
  of water from the wounds in heaven’s side.