शुक्रवार, 25 फ़रवरी 2011

I cobbled their boots




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How could I love my fellow men who tortured me?
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One night I was dragged into a room 
and beaten near death with
their shoes
.
striking me hundreds of times
in the face, scarring me 
forever.
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I cried out for God to help, until I fainted.
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That night in a dream, in a dream more real than this world.
a strap from the Christ's sandal
fell from my bleeding
mouth,
.
and I looked at Him and He 
was weeping, and
spoke,
.
"I cobbled their boots;
how sorry 
I am.
.
What moves all things
is God."

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~ St John of the Cross
from Love poems of God,
Twelve sacred voices from the East and West

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