Most blessed Protomartyr, Stephen, your faith's shining crown
could not be shattered by their stones, nor cast or trampled down.
Despite the stones they flung at you (and Saul of Tarsus handling
their cloaks), you saw the Son of God and man at God's right, standing.
The persecutors' celebration, after you were dead,
was short-lived, and their consciences were filled with spiritual dread---
as Christ's Gospel (that they had strived self-righteously to block)
emerged out of Jerusalem to dwell in Antioch
and from there Christ's Good News of real Salvation quickly spread
throughout Rome's whole Empire---each seacoast, countryside, and town.
Starward