Μεγαλύνει ἡ ψυχή μου τὸν Κύριον [Luke 1. 46b]

Thursday, December 27, 2012

PATMOSIAN POETRY


                 A Patmos Elegy
 

The younger of Zebedee’s famous boys

one of the first to follow The Rabbi -

now rests weary and broken

an old man…last of the dodeka

 

Called Son of Thunder

honored to be in the inner circle of three -

now at peace with being a tiny branch

of the Vine of Life, a feeble old under-shepherd

 

Fishing in Tiberius had been back-breaking work

fishing for men was cruciforming and Spirit filled -

distributing loaves and fishes had exhilarated

feeding souls with the Body and Blood of God gave eternal peace

 

Growing up wet from water and sweat, and smelling of fish

growing old wet from Blood and Baptism and smelling of lilies

assisting the Prince of the Apostles with the last Pascha preparation

celebrating said Petros in a Requiem Mass of Resurrection victory

 

Seeing the Paraclete’s Dove, Elias and The Lawgiver

seeing His tears over Lazarus and His drops of sweat as blood

witnessing Jairus’, and the Bethany sister’s joy

feeling the Magdalene’s anguish, and the sword piercing the heart of The Virgin Mother

 

Following a Lord Who cast out demoniacs and withered a tree

worshipping a Savior jeered by devils as He was hanged on a tree

laying his own young head on the very breast of God

now closing his dimming eyes with His Lord embracing him forever

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