Saturday, September 12, 2015

Your Love Is Our Flesh, Our Blood #IamSaintPeter

* Jesus pray for me
* Saint Peter pray for me

“………. Lord, to whom shall we go?”

+-------Your Love Is Our Flesh, Our Blood; Peter's Reply to Jesus When Asked If He Would Abandon Him Too

It’s the tip of notched blades
of Roman spears
reflecting Caesar’s gnarled lips,
rays of a sadistic stygian sun shining
bright, raised aloft by marching legions
menacing the masses, leaving
ashes and soot in the wake
of burned huts, the flames of torches
further agitating disconsolate
babies bereft of their mothers,
then watching ignorant, prideless
Jewish youth growing up assimilating
pagan practices into their
most coveted future ambitions
instead of repudiating them
that scare us most.
We know all too well the cold
stifling
embrace of desecrating spirits
at night, that woebegone listlessness
of lackluster emotions enveloping
all that we are, groaning while dreaming:
morbid musings on meaninglessness
that discourages us to wake up, that
taunts us
into yet another damned dawn
full of regret
and devoid of hope.
Who were we before we met You?
Men walking towards scooped dirt,
ready to meet
epitaphs on our graves before
our time. (“Dead men walking”)
Yours was the breath
from hinterland that refreshed
our souls, that vivified our
resentment at Rome’s rule,
that stimulated the circulation
of David’s blood in our veins
as true conquerors – we sought
our slings whenever you spoke,
in our hearts we raised swords of spite
at the Praetorium nearest Jerusalem,
justice athirst for the head of Goliath.
Your voice is to us like angels’ songs.
Lord, to whom shall we go?
thou hast the words of eternal life.
The past is the past and
we are content to let the others leave,
to let the dead bury their own dead,
but our mission is with You:
restoring everything lost to Israel,
bringing Zion to earth
like our prophets once promised.

(Eating Your Flesh and Blood doesn’t scare us, then).


------John 6:57-68
As the living Father hath sent me, and I live by the Father: so he that eateth me, even he shall live by me. This is that bread which came down from heaven: not as your fathers did eat manna, and are dead: he that eateth of this bread shall live for ever. These things said he in the synagogue, as he taught in Capernaum. Many therefore of his disciples, when they had heard this, said, This is an hard saying; who can hear it? When Jesus knew in himself that his disciples murmured at it, he said unto them, Doth this offend you? What and if ye shall see the Son of man ascend up where he was before? It is the spirit that quickeneth; the flesh profiteth nothing: the words that I speak unto you, they are spirit, and they are life. But there are some of you that believe not. For Jesus knew from the beginning who they were that believed not, and who should betray him. And he said, Therefore said I unto you, that no man can come unto me, except it were given unto him of my Father. From that time many of his disciples went back, and walked no more with him. Then said Jesus unto the twelve, Will ye also go away? Then Simon Peter answered him, Lord, to whom shall we go? thou hast the words of eternal life.

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