We awaken in Christ's body
as Christ awakens our bodies,
and my poor hand is Christ, He enters
my foot, and is infinitely me.
I move my hand, and wonderfully
my hand becomes Christ, becomes all of Him
(for God is indivisibly
whole, seamless in His Godhood).
I move my foot, and at once
He appears like a flash of lightning.
Do my words seem blasphemous?--Then
open your heart to Him
and let yourself receive the one
who is opening to you so deeply.
For if we genuinely love Him,
we wake up inside Christ's body
where all our body, all over,
every most hidden part of it,
is realized in joy as Him,
and He makes us, utterly, real,
and everything that is hurt,
that seemed to us dark, harsh, shameful,
maimed, ugly, irreparably
damaged, is in Him transformed
and recognized as whole, as lovely,
and radiant in His light
we awaken as the Beloved
in every last part of our body.
--Symeon the New Theologian (949-1022)
2 comments:
This is amazingly gorgeous!
History is so deep. We are astonished to find that someone, so very long ago, knew what we think we know in total newness. We think we move toward a new revelation of God only to find that God is forever the same, changeless and constant.
Lisa, I'm so glad you enjoyed the poem! Here's more history for you: http://tinyurl.com/2flch85
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