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Blessed Beloved: The Crucifixion of Jesus (early poem)
Blessed Beloved: The Crucifixion of Jesus (early poem) This poem happened during the lowest point of my life after 3 failed suicide attempts. I went on a retreat to a nearby monastery. It was such a peaceful experience in the midst of so much pain, that words can't really describe it. This poem is about one amazing moment during morning vigils. I do not identify as Christian, but this poem still happened. Blessed Beloved: The Crucifixion of Jesus written August 11th, 1996 At the 9th hour Jesus hanging on the cross cried out My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? Am I not your blessed beloved? I know of a whose reality was anything but blessed and beloved who sat in the stillness of a monastery watching the lights dim in the sanctuary as the monks knelt in silent prayer before the sun has risen in the early morning the soft light brings into focus the simple crucifix at the front of the sanctuary her eyes focus on the crucifix on the myth? or man? who died a horrible<b> death </font></b>with nails through his wrists the who hurts so badly finds someone like herself in the eyes of the man not myth who experienced such hurt and yet is God's blessed beloved she looks into his eyes daring him with all the hurt there but he doesn't look away because he has also hurt he has hurt so badly he cried out My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? in the eyes of the he understands that God so loved the world that he made his blessed beloved part of it he made his blessed beloved man, not myth for only by having experienced can God reach out and truly say: I am the all powerful myth but I am not some God on a pedestal I am also you. My has died not to become God but to become you so that you can look at him in all his pain and glory and recognize that you are also God's own blessed beloved. |
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This poem happened during the lowest point of my life after 3 failed suicide attempts. I went on a retreat to a nearby monastery. It was such a peaceful experience in the midst of so much pain, that words can't really describe it. This poem is about one amazing moment during morning vigils. I do not identify as Christian, but this poem still happened. Blessed Beloved: The Crucifixion of Jesus written August 11th, 1996 At the 9th hour Jesus hanging on the cross cried out My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? Am I not your blessed beloved? I know of a child whose reality was anything but blessed and beloved who sat in the stillness of a monastery watching the lights dim in the sanctuary as the monks knelt in silent prayer before the sun has risen in the early morning the soft light brings into focus the simple crucifix at the front of the sanctuary her eyes focus on the crucifix on the myth? or man? who died a horrible death with nails through his wrists the child who hurts so badly finds someone like herself in the eyes of the man not myth who experienced such hurt and yet is God's blessed beloved she looks into his eyes daring him with all the hurt there but he doesn't look away because he has also hurt he has hurt so badly he cried out My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? in the eyes of the child he understands that God so loved the world that he made his blessed beloved part of it he made his blessed beloved man, not myth for only by having experienced can God reach out and truly say: I am the all powerful myth but I am not some God on a pedestal I am also you. My son has died not to become God but to become you so that you can look at him in all his pain and glory and recognize that you are also God's own blessed beloved.
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This is truly a beautiful poem. There is so much that we have forgotten about ourselves.
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12/2/2021 2:41 pm |
Very well said in prose! Please become an Apollo602021 blog follower!
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he died for all of us its your belief in him that you will be saved at the end and piece will be with us. no more pain tiers i"m glad you are still here with us hope and pray youare for many years to come xoxoxoxoxoxxxo
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I'm not Christian or catholic anymore, but I can appreciate the beauty in your words. Belief can be a healing force. I've faced suicide too and naturally survived. Finding your way back is deeply personal and a journey meant only for you but sharing even a glimpse will hopefully help someone else in their time of need. My name is MrWrong and I approved this comment
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12/4/2021 3:28 am |
That you had this experience is evidence that there is redemption, by whatever means it comes to you. It is not merely a function of being particularly religious, but more a matter of being spiritual and having an open mind and heart to what is available for healing. All theologies are essentially guidelines of basic ethics for humanity and offer their unique pathways to achieving fulfillment in this life, or even the next. Bravissima to you for having been so moved by this one experience that it became the watershed in your life. Hugs to you for for having come this way and into my life.
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