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Christian evangelicals
of GoodNews for spiritual elites
and BadNews for natural non-elites
radically separate scriptures
describing a divine EarthCreation Story
of past one-week strategic development,
kept in one sacred sciences department,
Away from
evolutionary/revolutionary scripture predicting
future EndTime judgment.
Spiritual anthrocentric Rapture Narratives,
foreshadow nature-embodied Hell on the Negative side
and timeless spiritual Paradise
on the Positive-Redemptive Side
of individual through cosmic
Eco-Theo Logical unfolding
of history's Great PassionStory.
Yet divorcing our CreationStory
from biblical Rapture Narrative
assumes a dualistic view
of natural past v spiritual future worlds
nature created and spiritual re-creating
rather than a nondualistic dipolar nature
is our outside view
of spirit as our inside shadow
of deep cooperative learning/competitive hating
experiences.
This dualistic anti-evolutionary nature creation event
before and outside
spiritual rapture/holocaust extreme bipolar prediction
for people of all consumed nations
is not supported by Jewish polycultural awareness
of Jesus's nature/spirit outside/inside time
Nor
by His parables and teachings
holding nature and spirit analogically
and ecologically together,
the flowering spiritual wealth of flowers
as seen in multiculturing grace
of naturally diverse beauty
The suggestion,
If your spirit develops envy and lust
then best to pluck out your own natural eye,
before someone else does it to you.
Jesus of Nazareth
grew up in a culture
of Samson nature-spirit rapturous nonduality.
Spiritual Positive strength
grew with the natural evolving length of hair
on Samson's superhero head.
Once nature is grasped
as an outside convex view
of Earth's Creation history,
then Spirit remains an inside concave view,
ego to eco,
natural identity to spiritual individuation
of each healthy individual's Positive/Negative
Rapture Narrative
Speaking in polypathic feeling-sensory nutrition languages
for Ego-Eco double-binding therapeutic Passion Stories,
mendacious dark
and integrity light.
Evengelical self-recreating Emperors
wear no scripture-inspired rapturous clothes,
much less rapturous Wonder and Awe arraignment.
From Gabbatha, before the judgment seat,
a winding, tortured road: Golgatha's end.
His flesh in shreds, he staggers on His feet,
rough timbers grate excoriated skin.
The lines from Jesse's root are drawn by thorns,
the precious blood, in rivulets, runs dark.
To slaughter sent, the lamb of seven horns,
unblemished ere disfigured by their marks.
Exchanging doubt for will on Olivet,
and then to be betrayed by Judas' kiss;
just thirty pieces bought that blood and sweat.
Sweet Jesus, has it truly come to this?
'Fore Pontius Pilate, seat of Roman power,
civility, barbaric and uncouth,
the lord of a dominion cruel and dour
is juxtaposed 'gainst witness to the Truth.
The keepers of the Torah did not know,
or knowing, chose to look the other way.
Prophetic much disrupts the status quo;
Messiah sacrificed so they might stay.
A carpenter, he learned to dress the wood,
a trade ’twas handed down with father's love.
Ironic then to fashion heaven's door,
with arms outstretched, give access to above.
The lots and insults cast further disgraced
this giver of new wine and broken bread;
above his crown of thorns, a sign was placed
with words that bore the truth of what he said.
The first line read, "Jesus of Nazareth."
The second signified Judean king,
a title earning chief of priest's rebuff.
His own received him not, "He's no such thing."
And so on center stage, the bitter cup,
with cohorts stealing parts to left and right.
The serpent bronze is high and lifted up,
and ushers in humanity's dark night.
Amidst it all, a faith ’twas Roman-cast;
observing, the centurion was awed
in witnessing how Christ gave up his last,
"This Jesus truly was the Son of God!"
The earth was rent, the inner veil was torn
as though creation's pain sought some relief.
The crowd, returning home, beat breasts and mourned;
the women, at a distance, watched in grief.
An upright man who did not give consent,
a certain Joseph took his body down,
wrapped Him in strips before the day was spent,
and thus was Jesus buried in the ground.
(from the passion narratives of the gospels)
Fifth Place Winner
for the A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE Poetry Contest
sponsored by Brian Strand
written 04/11/2022
Holy Friday
Long, long ago afar away
Jesus died on Holy Friday
The close of earthly life for Him
To pardon us from human sin.
Greatest gift of the crucifix
Is key to heaven in the mist.
Sent from God, thy will to be done
His most precious and only Son
To reconcile earth's brokenness
Peace to all was our dear Lord's quest.
Greatest gift of the crucifix
Is key to heaven in the mist.
Though God's words were spread with honour
They still crucified our brother
Placed in a tomb for Christ to lay
But He rose again on third day.
Greatest gift of the crucifix
Is key to heaven in the mist.
Jesus, joy to the hearts of us
We follow in the paths you took
To do as you would wish us do
Where you would tread, we will tread too.
Greatest gift of the crucifix
Is key to heaven in the mist.
A crown of thorns placed on your head
Thou King Jesus of Nazareth.
We honour you Lord come what may
Celebrating Holy Friday.
Greatest gift of the crucifix
Is key to heaven in the mist.
16th February 2021
EASTER english AND ARABIC !!! Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
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Arabic
jumeat muqadasa
mundh zaman baeid beydana
mat yaswae yawm aljumeat almuqadasa
nihayat alhayat al'ardiat lah
'an yuefiana min khatiyat al'iinsan.
'aezam hadiat min alsalib
hu miftah aljanat fi aldabab.
mursilat min allah ltknu mushyiatak
aibnih al'aghlaa walwahid
liltawfiq bayn anksar al'ard
alsalam liljamie kan museaa alrabi aleaziz.
'aezam hadiat min alsalib
hu miftah aljanat fi aldabab.
ela alrghm min aintishar kalam allah bisharaf
ma zaluu yaslabun 'akhinana
yudae fi qabr lilmasih 'an yarqud
lukunah qam fi alyawm althaalith.
'aezam hadiat min alsalib
hu miftah aljanat fi aldabab.
ya yusue farih qulubuna
nahn natabie alturuq alty salakatha
linafeal ma tatamanaah
hayth satakhatuw , sawf nusayir aydana.
'aezam hadiat min alsalib
hu miftah aljanat fi aldabab.
taj min al'ashwak yudae ealaa rask
'ant malak alnaasirat yusue.
nukarimuk ya rabu ma easaa allah
alaihtifal biawm aljumeat almuqdasati.
'aezam hadiat min alsalib
hu miftah aljanat fi aldabab.
Most hosts set out the good liquor until their guests starting getting drunk
and then they commence to serving the watered down and inferior junk
but when Jesus turned that sacred water into a fine wine
the guests remarked to the host, "you saved the best for last this time"
As a child I heard one of the last speeches of Dr. Martin Luther King
It went simply by the title of "I Have a Dream"
I was too young to comprehend that a historical moment had passed
but somehow I knew that Dr. King has saved the best for last
Over the course of time God sent many prophets, rulers and kings
to deliver His "Good News" and explain to the people what it means
from Abraham to Isaac, from Jeremiah to Malachi
all men sent to give us the Word from the Kingdom up on high
from Solomon to David to Daniel in the lion's den
God realized that He could not rely on the words coming from mere men
The Holy Spirit then descended on Mary and the die had been cast
when He finally sent His earthly son, Jesus of Christ at last
God needed a sinless soul to help mankind understand
that the Word of God is the ultimate life living plan
God needed an open mind to relate the parables and the stories
that in order to reach the Kingdom you must learn to give God all the glory
God needed a pure heart to demonstrate true compassion and care
and communicate to mankind that loving each other will draw Him near
and after all was said and done when the Son of Man did pass
we have finally come to realize that God saved the best for last
for God will shake you up
in order to wake you up
God will knock you down
in order to turn you around
He will put you in a place
where you will see the power of his grace
Jesus of Nazareth was God's only begotten son
His life and death was the sacrifice so that the victory could be won
He was the last messenger sent to give us God's gospel
He was that perfect being sent to do the impossible
He was a miracle maker and a spiritual awaker
His life and purpose for being was to offer mankind salvation
His mission was for God and mankind to have reconciliation
His death a crucifixion, an assassination, the ultimate and final task
and like Dr. King, the Lord God knew to save the best for last
If I became a pronoia non-schizophrenic
I might begin channeling Jesus of Nazareth
but, instead, dealing with my real world dysfunctional family,
with messianically depressing delusions
refracting illusions of gift-it-forward co-redemptive grandeur
leading cooperative economic explorations
into remembering pronoia hopes
resilient win/win regenerativity
despite win/lose verbally abusive
and actively distrusting history
Struggling to pacify
remaining cognitive v affective dissonance
about bodhisattva empowering
and economically enlightening assignations,
therapeutic communication
respectful of our integrally democratic constitutions.
Organic frames of sympathetic reference
and nonviolently communing dialects
and double-binding co-empathic
depolarizing dipolar Yang/Yin permeable
AnthroMind/EarthBody boundaries
Sacred anthropocentric messiah
of universally lonely
monotheistic protagonist ideation
within organic EarthBody bodhisattvas
of unitarian belonging
polytheistic pronoia win/win experience
AnthroMessiah/EarthBodhisattva
co-empathic peak health/wealth resonant
extended family longing/belonging resilient
cobinary resonant AnthroFamily care-giving
longs to belong inside GaiaBody's forgiveness
for past SacredMe v OrganicWe antagonistic hubris.
Pausing too briefly for peaceful family rainbows
of divine co-elational bliss
predicting further appositionally sustainable
spiritually healthy longing
and physically wealthy belonging
wu wei Tipping Points in-between Yang struggling bodhisattva with
and not messianically against
Yintegrity's sacred/organic
extended family bicameral transformation.
Belonging within Earth's bodhisattva climate of wealth
longing to cooperatively embrace
AnthroMessiah's peaceful Gaia Hypothesis
therapeutically supporting
our extended organic family's pronoia vocation
While dealing with my real world dysfunctional family,
with messianically depressing delusions
refracting illusions of gift-it-forward co-redemptive grandeur
leading cooperative economic explorations
into remembering pronoia hopes
resilient win/win regenerativity
despite win/lose verbally abusive
and actively distrusting anthropocentric history.
The day spawned a crowd of thousands as they gathered around to watch this criminal be tried.
The group stood around him and mocked him, spat on him, slapped his beautiful face, cried
out for his life to be taken.
The men pressed forward toward him and screamed in his face that he'd be tried for his
crimes and brought to justice.
But the beautiful man stood silent, never once defending his innocence, never once spoke
of the charges against him, never once made any sound.
He stood silent with sweat on his brow and blood on his face, the bruises throbbing
underneath his broken skin.
He'd been mangled and tormented all night long, abused by his captors, drug around like
cattle.
Through everything, he never defied his accusers or retaliated or spoke ill of his
horrible treatment, no, he bore it all alone.
With no one by his side, he was tried and convicted of crimes he'd never committed and
sentenced to death as the crowd cheered.
All the sins he was convicted of became his own and the sickness that accompanied such sin
as well.
As his sentence was carried out, he cried out and writhed in pain, his skin torn and
ripped by the men who now killed him.
His blood flowed from his body as his last breath came and went in front of silent and
hurting men.
The sky turned dark and the earth shook as his spirit was ripped from his body and sent
away to damnation and those who'd accused him cried out in shame of what they'd done.
This man was innocent and had served the sentence for the crimes of the very men who'd
cried for his blood.
They wept for what was and what could have been in the days that followed, wondering what
he'd done to deserve the fate he went into knowingly.
But then he appeared to them, comforting and very much alive.
Every man rejoiced for their master had returned to them as was foretold by the ancient
scrolls.
They touched his wounds and were astonished- he'd been dead, he had!
But it was true- Jesus of Nazareth, the Anointed One, Holy Son of God the Father, had been
raised from the dead and atoned for the sins of man
That no longer should he be separate from God, but together in eternal life.
To be predicted means that you’re the fruition,
Of a rational process, effortful and determined;
We can all predict that someone will soon cure cancer,
And so Jesus was foretold as medicine’s romancer.
The name Jesus Christ means predicted saviour,
And Isaiah 53 verse 5 states that he definitely would be,
Wounded by the government for the people’s freedoms,
But that because of his wounds society would be superior.
Those who were intelligent just before Jesus came,
Felt a wave of change in the medical field,
Where doctors only treated the families of the rich:
The intelligent said that such a wave would equality yield.
When Christ was stressed out, about to be arrested,
He forsook his medical mind and surrendered all to god;
You can see that the god thing is for trials by government,
Or today, trials by society when your stance is not odd.
Upon arrest, the soldiers wanted Jesus of Nazareth,
Not Jesus the son of god, or the Jesus of any divinity tribe,
And Jesus simply replied to them “I am he,” squarely and plainly,
Unlike at his trial, where for speech he had to be bribed.
The allegation was indeed productivity in profession,
His work skill, which came and grew from his family roots;
He got much social power from his healings and exorcisms,
As he had learnt the joinery trade well, had invented new shoots.
Caiaphus asked if he was a king from the miracles he did,
Miracles of course being new methods and techniques,
And he replied to Pilate that god, the church and he himself,
Determine his actions, that their lee-way is his health.
Jesus was popular at church, not amongst the government,
So it was informally considered to be his validator;
The question was whether the people still saw state over church,
For common order to be maintained and not left in the lurch.
He knew he would die for the good he had done in life,
So inaugurated communion to remember his cause:
Loving the weaker, lower ones no matter who they are,
Saying everyone should know that personally in applause.
The Passion of the Christ film 2004 used.
My faith says I must take the Bible at face value,
swallow it whole.
40 guys wrote it, not one woman in the bunch.
So why must I take it as such?
What happened to the Gospel of Mary?
Am I just being contrary?
I believe Jesus was a very great person.
A man of peace and reason in a pagan world of strife.
But how can I believe in God the sovereign ruler,
and the righteousness of Democracy at the same time?
If God created all.
Does he not believe in the democratic system he created?
I believe that Jesus of Nazareth was a man,
the same as Gandhi, and MLK. Jr.
I believe that Jesus was the son of God,
as are we are all, the sons and daughters of God,
with God as our Creator.
Jesus preached that charity was good and avarice was bad.
So why is the church of Rome so rich?
With piles of golden treasure in the Vatican Museum.
That my eye has seen.
Why do some preachers clamor for donations?
And dress in fancy clothes, ride in fancy cars,
accumulate great wealth,
and build crystal cathedrals? Are not the hungry to be fed?
The poor to be clothed?
The homeless to be housed?
I don’t believe in original sin,
I don’t believe I’m responsible for the actions of people,
four thousand years ago.
I don’t believe in Creationism
six days doesn’t make any sense at all,
for God is far more patient than that,
for, after all, I’m still here.
Why does God the merciful allow the slaughter of innocents,
I just don’t like the picture that presents.
I just don’t understand it at all,
perhaps I am not a Christian after all.
I asked our local Unitarian-Universalist minister
if she could see God
as Original Creative Source of Earth (OCSE).
Eventually,
after a rather long pause,
peaceful, not anxiety producing,
she said Yes.
I asked the Shiloh Baptist Bishop
if he could know God
as Abba,
as did Jesus of Nazareth.
He thought about this,
a rather odd yet warm paternal question,
perhaps a trick?
a test?
But, eventually, trusted us enough
to add his Yes.
I asked the All Souls U-U minister,
Would she be willing to imagine,
to heuristically assume,
for the next hour,
that what she feels inside
and believes outside,
what she hopes and faiths,
compassions as dynamic OCSE
might be, or at least slowly become,
synonymous with the more patriarchal sounding Abba,
perhaps yangish Abba
to her OCSE yintegral felt intelligence.
She found this a lot to take in
hold
juggle
and yet listen and speak with integrity
all in this unsafe time of confrontation.
But, Why not?
she asked, rhetorically,
I assumed.
Then I asked the Shiloh Baptist Bishop
the same question,
in reverse,
with Abba still as yang
and OCSE as yin
This felt appropriate,
and not really unorthodox
and therefore theologically safe,
to AfricanAmerican him,
so he said Yes, of course,
history supports an AfroCentric
Original Creative Source
for all human natures.
From there
They seemed to enjoy co-discovering
ecological analogies
for theological regeneration
and degeneration
And theological metaphors
for ecological healing
and wounding fracture.
With nothing much more for me to do
as multicultural mediator of eco/theo-logical peace
restoring win/win polyphonic justice,
I began outlining
how we might join our choirs
in con-celebration,
singing gospel anthems
while engaging our combined sacred Body
in tai-chi creative stretches
into and back out of
fluid mindbody positions,
Heuristically inviting
and grace-fully given.
Figures of immense reputation and popularity they were
Attracting public attention and admiration in the pursuit of their great works
Leaving behind them a legacy of some kind
But going with them their unique characters.
Wasn’t the explosion of Christianity the work of Jesus of Nazareth?
And the burst of Islam not the work of Muhammed of Mecca?
Neither will the admirable leadership of Julius Caesar;
Nor the conquests of the unlearned Charlemane,
And the military successes of Alexander the great,
Be forgotten in History.
If the British can forget Napoleon’s continental system
Jews then, would forget Hitler’s concentration camps
And history would entirely cease recalling his mentor Mussolini.
What if Carl Marx did not propound radical socialism?
Lenin then, would not have smashed the bourgeoisie and ruled Russia
Neither would the principles of Marxism-Leninism be sustained by Stalin
Nor would Churchill seal the border between the East and the West with an iron curtain.
A grave mistake it would be to forget Martin Luther King Jr.
For if he be forgotten, Mahatma Ghandi then would also be
And the entire movement of nonviolence
Will stop covering many pages of modern history books.
Had it not for Kwame Nkruma and Hastings Banda to cut the rope of colonialism
The ambitious Cecil Rhodes then,
Would have drained the whole continent of all its economic wealth.
The ascendancy of Nelson Mandela from the horizon of apartheid
Was not the beginning of Maximillien Robespierre’s reign of terror;
Characterized by avenges and reprisals
But the emergence of Abraham Lincoln’s true democracy.
What if Caesar were not butchered?
William Shakespeare then, would not have been the greatest playwright
Causing Charles Dickens and Chinua Achebe not to appear.
For the existence of a Jewish state, David Ben Gulion fought
But for the reemergence of a Palestinian state, Yasser Arafat strives.