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Premium Member Simon Of Cyrene - The Carrier Of The Cross

Cyrene was a city of 5000
situated on Africa's Northern tip
from there came a man called Simon
who was to be under God's sure grip

This Simon is named in three of the gospels
as the one who carried Jesus heavy load
compelled and seized to walk behind Jesus
carrying His cross along His Calvary road

Did Simon know what was to follow?
that this Jesus was going to die
His mind must have been in turmoil
but comforted even if asking why?

As Simon carried the cross of Jesus
so we, His disciples, must carry it too
following our Lord wherever He goes
standing true, looking to the Lord's view

Simon was indeed chosen of God
providentially to carry Christ's cross
play a real part in the Calvary story
without it, this would be our loss!
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Pentecost

They gathered in Jerusalem;
Together, they would pray.
They huddled in the upper room
And waited for the Day.

It happened at the Feast of Weeks,
When Pentecost arrived;
A sound like mighty rushing wind:
The Spirit came alive.

Like fire, it rested on each one:
These men, all humble, meek;
The Spirit gave them utterance,
And they began to speak.

From Phrygia, Pamphylia,
From Egypt and Cyrene:
All were amazed; some were perplexed.
They said, “What does this mean?”

See, some discerned that in their midst
A miracle had sprung,
For though they came from all around,
Each heard in his own tongue.

But others were not ready to
Declare it as divine:
“It seems these rubes from Galilee
Have filled themselves with wine!”

And so, with some, it is today:
The news, with joy, received.
But others just hear foolishness;
Their minds remain deceived.

(from Acts 2)
© Jeff Kyser  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Are You Compelled To Carry Jesus Cross - Matthew 27: 27-32

Let us go now to the scene of crucifixion
Jesus, God's son was being mocked
the crowds were calling crucify him
where were His disciples? nowhere shocked!

Meanwhile Jesus was stripped of His honour
given a scarlet robe put on to wear
twisted thorns to crown Him as a king
spat upon Him such mockery they did glare!

This is the king of glory no less
how blind were these people doing this?
Simon of Cyrene came upon the scene
compelled by the soldiers he was not to miss

So Simon carried Jesus awful cross
would you have done as Simon did?
before you answer, are you willing now?
to take up Jesus cross no matter your loss

Are you compelled to carry Jesus cross?
in your every day life to faithfully stand fast
for Jesus calls His followers take His cross
live for Him devotedly receive His love so vast

("Then the soldiers of the governor took Jesus into the governor's headquarters, and they gathered the whole battalion before him.  And they stripped him and put a scarlet robe on him,  and twisting together a crown of thorns, they put it on his head and put a reed in his right hand. And kneeling before him, they mocked him, saying, “Hail, King of the Jews!”  And they spit on him and took the reed and struck him on the head.  And when they had mocked him, they stripped him of the robe and put his own clothes on him and led him away to crucify him. As they went out, they found a man of Cyrene, Simon by name. They compelled this man to carry his cross.")

Matthew 27: 27-32 (ESV)
Form: Rhyme

644 Meditation on the 4th Sorrowful Mystery: The Carrying of the Cross

644.

Meditation on the 4th Sorrowful Mystery:

The Carrying of the Cross



Crowned with thorns, Jesus was brought by Pilate before the crowd

(“Crucify Him! Crucify Him!” they shouted out loud)
They prevailed and He was handed down to them

(And off goes the Lord towards His mayhem)

This is the 4th Sorrowful Mystery – The Carrying of the Cross



The crowd watched Jesus carry His cross to Calvary

(Others were in grief, there were those who were happy)

This was the funeral procession of Jesus the Nazarene

(But there was this man who helped Him named Simon of Cyrene)

The fruit of this mystery – Patience



Oh God who had paraded Thy Son towards His demise

(Amidst different noises & varying cries)

The God whose death march was the perfect model

(Whose way to Calvary leads away from hell)

As “The Carrying of the Cross” had shown “Patience”



Lord God, like in “The Carrying of the Cross”, give us patience

(Amidst the crowd of chaos & malevolence)

Like Jesus Christ who carried His cross patiently

(We endure our tribulations with forbearance & humility)

Praise God! We realized “Patience” through the 4th Sorrowful Mystery.



-04/18/2019 (Maundy Thursday)

*Meditations on the Mysteries of the Holy Rosary
Form: Rhyme

69 My Memories of Las Pinas

69.

My Memories of Las Piñas



Las Piñas - memories sweet

Soul was innocent and neat



I miss the friends of childhood

The closeness of neighborhood



It's where I learned ABC

Twinkle Stars and 123



I miss the townhouse playground

My afternoon hang around



With Jay, Fritz, Toto, Len-Len

Yobi, Cyrene…more than ten



It's nice when night was brownout

My friends and I would play out



After church mass, family

SM Southmall was hobby



When Holy Week was around

Night film showing on playground



Also on time of summer

Neighbors resort together



When it's Christmas eve and night

Flood the gifts from left and right



Best is every New Year's eve

Night's merriest street party



Visit kin both side parents

Those another excitements



Oh Casimiro Townhomes

I should have never left you!



-11/27/2011

(Dumarao)

*First Incubus Collection
Form: Rhyme


The Hearkening

"The Hearkening"



In the woods 
a clearing
bare of all leaves
and trees, with exception one

The ground is 
borderless, 
yet hallowed
dirt and sharp rocks

They call this place,
The Place of the Skull
The woods
disappear in thick mist

A tree stands tall
branches outstretched
devoid of all leaves
Not Dogwood, a tall barren pine
maybe cedar, maybe cypress

no Hollow Hills hanging tree, this,
a titulus affixed

IESVS NAZARENVS REX IVDAEORVM

Footprints, singular 
mark the loose soil
at the base of the tree
a blood red crown of flowers

Corona de Cristo
Thorns
There, with patience, He watches
There, with patience, He waits

Torn,
The captive monk 
named Cyrene
walks barefoot towards the tree
compelled to bear another story 

for He, 

he hesitates,
opening himself like a book
he lowers himself to the ground
and supplicates
there is time

"There", is 
All of Time, 
temporal paradox
there, 
He waits

Cyrene, 
“The Hearkening” 
is in his name
An open book, he supplicates

The other walks forward, 
speaks to him softly, 
“Here is a story, just for you, for today.
Listen closely to me, for it is in your name.”

(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
gvlm/scm
Easter 2019



Luke 23:33



https://youtu.be/pnWWWyxb5kQ
Peter Murphy/"Fake Sparkle or Golden Dust"




NIV

John 19:19

Luke 23:26

John 10:14

Premium Member My Name Is Simon

From the time of Jesus' betrayal to the time of his death, there were several names mentioned--some several times. A few like mine were mentioned only once.  For example, Malchus whose ear was cut off by Peter, Annas,
a relative of the High Priest, and my two sons Alexander and Rufus who were not in any way a part of the story.

But I was very much a part of the story.  It appeared to have been simply by happenstance or coincidence. Or was it really?  It was clearly not my plan.  But for the longest time, I mused about the incident until I now believe that I was a vital part of God's plan, subject to be called upon by God for a 'special assignment'.
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I was simply a common citizen from the country of Cyrene, visiting or passing through the city of Jerusalem.  To my fellow mortals, I was merely a common person with a common name. But like all of his children, to God, I was very special, in a special place, at a very special time--God's timing. The next thing I knew, I was being compelled to help Jesus bear his cross. I had no plans to witness a crucifixion, much less assist in one.

We have a purpose in life, and God has the lesson plan.
We all have a cross to bear, and sometimes, we are called
upon to help others bear their cross.  My name is Simon.
 Happy Easter.

Redemption By the Cross

He was with God before the world came to be,
and He created with Him our breath-taking Universe;
His name was Jesus,the Redeemer of the Human Race:
and to change and save us was His destiny...

He preached in the Temple, and all Jerusalem listened carefully,
but some didn't like to hear how He spoke against evil so openly;
and they weren't the Romans,the conquerors,
but those hypocrites in high places...

Jesus drew huge crowds by lakes and mountains,
by the country roads and in small towns;
they all came to hear the Gospel with gladness,
and Joseph was one of the priests who heeded those words...

On the lake of Genesaret, Jesus performed another miracle,
telling Peter to lower the net for a catch, but he was skeptical: 
until he saw the boat was about to sink with the heavy load,
and he came to realize the bounty of God... 

As Jesus became popular and all heard Him preach,
the priests and scribes became jealous of Him,
and planned to capture Him and found Him guilty of blasphemy:
by the very hands of Pontius Pilate who feared to condemn Him...  

But the crowd cried out, " Release Barabbas! ",
and those who called out the name, "Jesus,Jesus! "
were beaten and silenced by a mob who had no mercy;
Pontius Pilate had no choice but to deny His liberty...   

The Roman soldiers grabbed Jesus
and took Him to governor's place,
and they stripped and whipped Him 'till he bled;
and worst of all : a crown of thorns they put on His head... 

Along the Via Dolorosa Jesus carried the cross to His death 
as the women wept and men mocked Him with laughs,
never a commotion,so great, was felt in all Jerusalem;
a follower gave Him water, but he was restrained by swords...

The merciless soldiers placed the cross upon Jesus's shoulders,
and Simon from Cyrene finished bearing it behind Jesus;
he really felt the same pain and agony;
and from Jesus's smile, he knew He was relieved...

From the cross at Golgotha, Jesus asked His father
to forgive them as John stood by his mother;
to one of the evildoers He promised Paradise at no cost:
and to all who would believe and follow:  redemption by the cross....
Form: Ballad

Premium Member AN OLD GRIOT'S TANKA HOMILY OF OURSTORY

AN OLD GRIOT’S TANKA HOMILY OF OURSTORY

John Lewis and Stokely,
Recruited me as “Tex” Lowe:
Another SNCC "Bro":-
Like King, they have both passed on:
The vision and I, yet here:-

Know and be aware,
Integration…not the theme:
Rather, equity:-
Let’s seek the Dream’s true vision:
Political equity:-

Malcolm too…is gone;
Barak and Harris…still here:
Likewise, are you too:-
So many others have gone;
So many others still here:-

I shall soon be gone;
But I know we shall get there:
Completely equal:
Both economically
And politically, too:-
 
Christ was crucified,
Risen,, and then ascended:
Canvassing the way:-
Know that we are of God, too:
Kins to Simone of Cyrene:-

In now awareness,
Let’s ice oppression’s syndrome;
Journeying to home:-
We’re in God’s liberation:
He is the greatest power!
Form: Tanka

Premium Member CAVASSING A DIFFERENT KIND OF COLLATERAL DAMAGE: EDITED AND REVISED



CANVASSING A DIFFERENT KIND OF COLLATERAL DAMAGE
          (EDITED AND REVISED: 

Near the bus stop, there she sat
On an old wooden platform; moonlight 
Reflecting an exposed watermelon-shaped
Belly: housing the fruit of a struggling womb:- 
In her arms was a baby doll-sized infant 
Infant being teased by the nipple
Of a left titty that had gone dry:-
And the mother’s weary eyes,
Slowly blinking to evaporate 
Tears too weak to flow.
To her right, lying still on the cold ground,
Was a skeletal-like, ebony-hued body 
Of a barely breathing child, with tiny
Sunken, red marble ball-shaped eyes:-

Thus, is the canvassing
Of the collateral damage 
Inflicted upon starving victims
In a war of the homeless hungry,
Where there is little hope
Of any liberating aid:-
Particularly when
The aider has
Has no assurance 
Of lucrative money gains:-

Ironically, allied aid to anyone
Victimized by the collateral damage
Of whatever war they’re in, continues 
To be motivated by huge capital gains,
Rather than mercifully coming to
The aid of the victims of a war’s
Debilitating collateral damage:- 

The Queen and I, being survivors
Of hunger’s collateral damage,
Engaged in a Simon of Cyrene
Motivating labors of love,
Decided to do this:
We got off the bus at the next bus stop,
Went to a “chain store” across the street,
And bought two  blankets and some snack foods,
And walked back to where we saw her and her kids:-
Giving praises and thanksgiving to the Almighty,
We turned around and began the remaining 
One-mile walk to the little one-bedroom  
Housing God had blessed us with.
Once there, we used our spiritual NI,
To employ AI, to find various organizations 
That could be assistance to this needy family:

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