Faith

INSPIRATION

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Written March 13, 2003

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THE MESSAGE OF KARBALA

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Composed on March 13th. Revised and posted on March 14, 2003; the 10th of Moharramul Haraam, 1424 A.H. in Pakistan.

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The Only One

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During may talks of religion with my Mom. I rarely say my opinion. This poems represents some of my perspectives or views on GOD.

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growing up...one heartbeat at a time...

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+ 2ND POEMS: While We Wait For Our *Permanent* Vacation

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Inspired by the Apostle Paul's Letters to the Thessalonians.

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At The Evangelist Saint Jude's Epistle 17-25

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+ 1ST POEMS: and the FIRST and FOREMOST of them all . . . *JESUS, ALL ALONE *+

***[for Lady Certainly, the finest Christian I have ever

known, with the utmost gratitude for her kindness,

and the devout fidelity to her triumphant Christian Faith]***


That night, we swore our faithfulness unto the very end.

We all spoke in a proud, courageous tone.
But when the temple guards came, armed, into Gethsemane,
we ran.  He had to face them all alone.

 

Three years we walked with Him.  We saw the miracles He did.
His Words had brought us joy as never known
in all the world before those days.  Despite all He had done
for us, we left Him standing there alone.

 

Three trials, before priests, prince, and governor; and then the scourge
that flayed His skin, and sliced down to the bone;
the beam upon His bleeding back; the walk to Golgotha:
His hour had come. He met it, all alone.

 

Those Romans drove their dirty nails into His sinless flesh,
then raised that cross right up.  But not one groan
came out of Him.  Then I remembered . . . He had come for this,
and He had said He would not be alone.

 

His Father, God, went with Him, as we mortal men could not.
(We are but carnal, weak, and always prone
to make a mess of very blessing God has given us.
But in this nature, we are not alone:

 

for you, and you, and you, too, would not have done other than
we did, although you love to cry and moan
about us.  You might even have betrayed Him for those coins.
So leave your proud self-righteousness alone.)

 

Six hours, He hung upon that cross, until His breaking heart
gave way to death.  The spirit in Him had flown
back to His Father.  Then they took Him down and brought Him to
a brand new tomb (but it was just a loan).

 

In those three years we spent with Him, He told us many things.
And one came back to me: a seed is sown
and buried in the ground where it must die to bring forth life.
Or else, it must lie lifeless, there, alone.

 

Then on the morning of the first day of that week, we heard
good news from Mary Magdalene:  the stone
upon His grave had been rolled back by angel hands, and He
had risen from the dead.  And THIS alone

 

proves all the rest.  I say that Jesus is the Son of God,
the Saviour and the Lord, and He has shown
us all the Way of Faith that leads unto Eternal Life.

CHRIST IS SALVATION, CHRIST, AND CHRIST ALONE.


 

a saved and baptized Christian, Starwardin Orthodox chrismation, Januarius

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I should like to think that I may be remembered for more than one poem; but if only one, I hope it is this one.


 


 

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At Three Crosses On A Little Hill

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[ * ] as suggested by General Lew Wallace in his novel, Ben-Hur.

 

The Easter weekend was, of course, Western Easter.

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