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Heffalump – the Holiest of the Holy, the Human Faced
-for the memory of Joseph ”John” Merrick,
the great poetical soul and lover of inner beauty
also known as ” The Elephant Man”
”You have more tumors on your face
than the God Almighty has fingers
in His hands sublime and beautiful.”
The blunt remark came from one
of the starers in the endless line.
In the meanwhile the ringmaster
wawed his hands intensily and shouted:
”Look! Look! Look and sense the horror!”
You felt the pain deep within,
but the steam of your tears did not dry out.
Maybe that time you whispered
- perhaps to your own ears only - ,
what is true to us all: One rises
to the Mountain of Smile
only through the Valley of Tears.
You knew by heart the most beautiful
word of English language: To Love.
Finally: When the pain stopped, there
was no even slightest bitterness within you.
I remember: Fingers of your left ha
The Bride of the Christ(Mary of Magdalen)
It's written in the Gospel of Philip: "Mary was his mother, his sister and his companion". I notice now that occasionally even the Gnostics find the seed of the truth.
You sacrificed all in the name of love
your crown of thorns is made
from the lovely scented roses
and your whole fragile body
is covered with wounds of love
and even still
Before Jesus awakened the daughter of Jairos from the dream of death, he made another miracle: He cast out seven devils from you, Mary of Magdalen. Because of this act you loved Jesus more than your own life. Some say that your Hebrew first name means 'bitter' or 'reluctant', but for Jesus you were never such.
All your sweet words are doves
your steps are light like gazelle's steps
your thoughts are fast like the wind
your conscience is white like the snow
you the protector of all the children of the world
you the matron saint of all the sorrowful
you the only true consolation
of my s
A cup of wine for the memory of you, Aurelius(St. Augustine)
When the Visigoths were burning the city of Rome
You wrote the name of the Unknown God
to the marble of the Eternal City
just like Jesus once wrote
all that to the sand
where it would be washed away by the rain
- perhaps this was your main mistake.
Among all the wise teachers of the Church
you are the one, who is the most contradictory.
You wrote on
the inflammable papyrus
that the duration
of the fire of Hell
just like Heaven
and some of us humans
in this sublunar world
are meant even before their birth
just for the another one of them.
So, you had ceased to remember
that also you yourself also had hovered
between darkness and light,
and on the edge of night and mists of the earth
you acted lik
Musician of the Silence(San Juan de la Cruz)
You were a Carmelite in the style of the most severe and the most poor: Shoeless.
There is a passage in the Gospel of Matthew, where Jesus sends the disciples to the world with these carefully chosen words: Do not carry gold or silver in your belt; Do not take a bag or two robes or shoes or stick; because the worker has earned his meal. You were so serious a person, John, that you interpreted these words in their literal meaning , which was also the most poor and most miserable meaning: You chose to walk without shoes just like Jesus and his closest disciples.
Perhaps you recalled the words of the Lord to Moses in front of the burning bush: "Take off your shoes, because this place is holy!" For you, John , the whole world was a holy place, the house of the God, where it was strictly forbidden to walk with shoes on; For you every living creature was holy.
In Exodus of the Bible
it is written that on the
Mount Horeb Moses cam
visionary in the dark(Edith Stein)
The festival of Chanukah
your childhood memories
the latkes potato pancakes
and the nine-branched
You found philosophy during
your days in the university
and soon you joined
the disciples of Edmund Husserl
You progressed quickly in your studies
and at the early age of only 25 years
you graduated as doctor of philosophy.
In the company
those silent onesThose silent ones
who carry sorrow within
they feel the secret yearning
has anybody ever loved us
their tear wet and silent eyes ask
who shall free them from this fire
when shall the Christ descend
from the heavens with his new kingdom
when shall the Redeemer redeem
his slaves when shall the chain be
broken on the eve the kingdom of love
when shall the tender purple sunbeams cure
the burns in the hands of the workers
Those silent ones
who carry sorrow within
They carry also sorrowful
signs of loss and remarkable
acts of weakness: broken hearts
feelings of abandonment all kinds
of scars from the battles of life
song of my heart SONG OF MY HEART
Maybe just loneliness was the part meant for me just like a pause or a silent moment or an expectation
in some composition bigger than me, which is maybe the humanity or
the wholeness of Christian brothers and sisters or the God Almighty or the world
love is a tree mysticall o v e i s a t r e e
m y s t i c a l
I stand in the shadow
by its side
its fruits grow fast
in my eyes
in night time
together with daytime
spring time, summer time
and even in the winter time
in all the colours of the rainbow
and i grow myself too while watching it
To each person this tree has something to offer
To each one with the way pleases each one
To whom the suffering
This one shall have the suffering
To whom the passion
That one shall have the passion
To whom the tears
This one shall have the tears
To whom the kisses
That one shall have the kisses
To whom the miracles
This one shall have the miracles
To whom the nails
T h a t o n e s h a l l h a v e t h e n a i l s
CredoAll the testimonies of the Septuagint
pierced by sunbeam
about the existence of the God
are all full of truth
just like testimonies Thomas of Aquino
and Johannes Duns Scotus
and Anselm of Canterbury
and even testimonies of John Locke
and Gottfried Wilhelm Leibniz
just like strong arms drawn by Rafaello
but only from the surface
as memories of solitude and spirit
without lively spirit in themselves
just scratch them from their mirror surface
and their spell is broken
B u t
w i t h i n t h a t
v e r y m o m e n t
u n t o u c h e d
Soul MatesBetween dream and moon tides,
The light weaves a new day.
A first glimmer lights the darkness,
Where even still a shadow lay.
For ages swings a song
From star guardians into the world
And first diamonds glitter,
Where luminosity falls on the water.
The young morning is still hesitating,
Promising us hardly the return.
Still the night wraps up the life
And silently breathes the great sea.
Then … finally, the golden time calls.
Water marries to the light.
And shining our heart sways
Where sunshine breaks through waves.
The wind carries my soul
On its wings away from here
To green valleys, ocean lights,
To blue lakes, to you.
You are the life, you are the dream.
You are my soul and my light.
And when the day draws to a close again,
I will not forget you.
God My Constant CompanionPain is constant
Sickness is normal
Joy and happiness a burden
Ordeal of becoming old
Life became a misery
Through the pain and suffering I became closer to God
My thirst for His knowledge grows
My thoughts revolve around God and me
I fear not because God is with me
Only God, my constant companion, understands my plight
Only God comforts me with love,
knowledge and understanding
Only God, through Jesus’ blood sacrifice,
can free my soul and give me eternal peace
I praise God for all the blessings He has given me
Thank You GOD for the love You have given me
by E. W. Rantala/RocksRose - December 7, 2013
BetterPraises and prayers go out to You
Everything is Yours and has been Yours
From the heavens where Your throne stands on to the Earth below
You reign all, and yet You are better than all
You are better than all
Better than Your devoted servants to the animals of the world
Better than the Earth You made to the dust You used to bring life
Better than everything that You have made; the ultimate better
The only perfect and You will always exceed beyond our expectations
You exceed in the heavens beyond, and yet You can recreate from the ashes of hopelessness
You can move the mountains and make rivers flow
You can slip open the skies, and yet love with a loving heart
You are better than all
Better than the smartest men in the world with Your perfect wisdom
You know how to softly break us and yet still love
You know everything from the smallest creature to the depths of the human heart
You are better than all
You have all authority and sit on a throne of righteousness
You loved the sinners and b
Wings Of ChangeProgress marched upon them,
New weapons and new skills,
And so a boy, terrified, ran
To keep away their ills.
To a far off city,
He slowly found his way,
When lanterns like stars guided him
Unto a brand new day.
On the night he met her,
He told her of the change,
For he felt he was drowning
And she’d keep things the same.
She said she would not help him,
For to obstruct all progress was
To never learn to fly.
But drowning he still was,
In changes uncontrolled,
Until some fins and gills he grew
And swam into the gold.
AlgizHer hair looked dark and tangled like tree branches as she stood at the moonlit clearing.
The creatures in the ground sang poems carved in runes in the bark of the evergreen pines.
The trees on the hills were adorned with Orion and her face was obscured by a veil of shadows.
She felt the bedrock crackle as it embraced the fire within the planet traveling in space.
Saplings quivered in the gale while the clear greys and evening blues melted together.
Shooting stars like sinking ships of light drew evanescent lines over the treetops.
An elk with the Pleiades in its eyes came from the woods as it heard her whisper.
It crossed frosty sedges with the shining streams of prayers hanging from its horns.
It wandered the cold earth and found buried sadness with every step of its hooves.
The uprooted human followed invisible tracks and sought answers in the soil.
Down on her knees on the frozen ground, her breath turned into clouds of vapor.
The Moon and the trees studied her in the embrace of th
THE HAUNTINGVeils of sadness seemed so becoming
beckoning and crying for needs which appeared to be running
to rivers of hopes gone astray
pooling at shores of her shallow bay
quelled hatreds there were broiling
beneath still waters slathering like an oiling
to his outstretched arms and into his pores as the liquid leaked
till he was saturated with her summer fragrance that almost reeked
of despair and the thoughts that washed up there
and in his veins pulsed a sense of her eyes,
of her hair...
in his mind he'd heard her sighs,
knowing not who she was as he lingered at those shores
but sensing that these willows had once witnessed much more
no one had been present to ease that horror
but perhaps the screams of a heart bleeding through him into the moist
had led her to know that to someone she had a voice
had led her to move beyond this place
FreefallingI took the final step, away from Heaven
Leaped off the edge, close to the pearly gates
Salvation isn't for me, but I will know freedom
As I plunge feet first into the fire
No one can save me, I've made my choice
Breathless, I gaze at the beauty below me
For the first time I can feel some sort of happiness
No more pain, no regrets, a feeling of belonging
Knowing it will end only makes me savour it more
The sensation of total 'aloneness', without a need to share
Detached from everything, while feeling one with the world
Total enlightenment, light above and fire below
I close my eyes, ready to face my destiny
Trapped inside the flames for all eternity,
But I don't care, I will endure the hardships
Nothing can hurt me, because I ceased to exist
Bring the RainI run, I fight, I lived and I died
For the love of this girl
My whole world
Yet I run far away off to my deep dark days
When I was something truly different
As I was a soldier, a beast
Fighting as my heart bleeds
Waiting for the day
When all the pain will fade away
Far out of sight
As I come to know the light
No longer fighting for me
But for my father and king
The cause that brought the rain
To wash away all within my past
And this broken heart at last
After so many days too far away
From the light that washed the night away
Jesus MeisiahA long time ago, there was a family.
A newborn baby boy given as a gift.
Not only to his mother, Virgin Mary,
But to the world
His name was Jesus
Jesus lived and died for us
He was always kind and forgiving
He performed miracles
He raised the dead to life
He healed the sick and crippled
And said it was all in the power of God the Father
Yet, he was persecuted and so were his followers
And in the end,
He died on the Cross
But, he rose again!
Jesus lives with God as his son
And he took away our sins as well
So, we know he will always love us
So if we believe in him
We may be saved in his name
If you wish to give your life to Christ, say with me this prayer:
God, please forgive me for all that I’ve done. I have sinned against you, but now I wish for you to be back in control. Please Lord, let me love others like you have loved me, and let me show them your mercy.
Friend of the God, companion of the paradoxes(Meister Eckhart)
You were born perhaps in the small village of Tambach in Thüring. Your parents were maybe farmers, but we can not know this with absolute certainty any more. In the days of your youth you joined the ordain of Ordo Praedicatorum ie. the Dominican Order in Erfurt. Later on you were chosen as prior in the Dominican Order. Your early latin dissertations emphasize the role of giving away of one's own selfish craving in the spiritual path, uninterestedness for the benefit of the God Almighty. Soon you moved away, you first started to study the sentences in Cologne, then you visited Strassburg and finally you ended up to teach theology in the university of Paris.
In Paris you found the blind spot of the learned scholastics and their Aristotelian sentences: Outside the official church there was a group of poor women, who worshipped Jesus of Nazareth and made various kinds of acts of charity in the name of the Lord together with
Dreams of realityA pair of eyes;
Open and stare through the lights,
Into the darkness of doom.
And yet they smile,
Yet they smile.
A drop of tear;
Seeps through the garden of death;
Falls to the mortal soil.
Dreams and desires will blend again,
To render the roses alive.
I am floating through a vision.
Like ripples, floating through the pond of life.
Can reality be so real?
Let me drown again,
Into the silence of familiar noise.
As I wander through the lanes of reason and passion.
The flame of hope burns bright,
Drenched in the colors of freedom.
So let my dreams unravel my soul,
As darkness fades away;
And let mortality draw me closer to destiny.
As these pair of eyes,
Open to stare through the lights again.
Is this reality?
Can reality be so real?
Time passes by, as the eyes keep staring;
Staring at the distant lights;
Staring beyond the distant skies.
What do they see?
What do they long?
What do they desire?
Then the skies will break down;
White lightning striking the dreamy clouds.
Moments will tur
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