Penance Acrostic

Tired goes along the traveler, footsore and tender,
Road-weary, home-seeking, hungry for rest,
Under the ancient rood-sign, his soul says, unbidden:
"Suffering Savior, by Your wounds save me!
Too much Your great patience, Victor, have I tormented.
Memory reviles me - unworthy! So many..."
Ever, yet - hark to this! - echoes anew the Voice Unbegotten:
Rest seek you? Remember! For this I was riven,
Carried on splintering Cross, from my Sacred Heart coursing
Ypocras to exchange My new life for yours.