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Blessed Beloved: The Crucifixion of Jesus (early poem)  

senfully 55F  
540 posts
12/2/2021 7:27 am
Blessed Beloved: The Crucifixion of Jesus (early poem)

This poem happened during the lowest point of my life after 3 failed suicide attempts. I went on a retreat to a nearby monastery. It was such a peaceful experience in the midst of so much pain, that words can't really describe it. This poem is about one amazing moment during morning vigils. I do not identify as Christian, but this poem still happened.



Blessed Beloved: The Crucifixion of Jesus
written August 11th, 1996

At the 9th hour
Jesus hanging on the cross cried out
My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?
Am I not your blessed beloved?


I know of a
whose reality was anything
but blessed and beloved
who sat in the stillness of a monastery
watching the lights dim in the sanctuary
as the monks knelt in<b> silent </font></b>prayer

before the sun has risen
in the early morning
the soft light brings into focus
the simple crucifix at the front of the sanctuary

her eyes focus on the crucifix
on the myth? or man?
who died a horrible death
with nails through his wrists

the who hurts so badly
finds someone like herself
in the eyes of the man not myth
who experienced such hurt
and yet is God's blessed beloved

she looks into his eyes
daring him with all the hurt there
but he doesn't look away
because he has also hurt

he has hurt so badly he cried out
My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?

in the eyes of the he understands
that God so loved the world
that he made his blessed beloved part of it
he made his blessed beloved man, not myth
for only by having experienced
can God reach out and truly say:

I am the all powerful myth
but I am not some God on a pedestal
I am also you.
My has died
not to become God
but to become you
so that you can look at him
in all his pain and glory
and recognize that you are also
God's own blessed beloved.


senfully 55F  
443 posts
12/2/2021 7:34 am

This poem happened during the lowest point of my life after 3 failed suicide attempts. I went on a retreat to a nearby monastery. It was such a peaceful experience in the midst of so much pain, that words can't really describe it. This poem is about one amazing moment during morning vigils. I do not identify as Christian, but this poem still happened.

Blessed Beloved: The Crucifixion of Jesus
written August 11th, 1996

At the 9th hour
Jesus hanging on the cross cried out
My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?
Am I not your blessed beloved?


I know of a child
whose reality was anything
but blessed and beloved
who sat in the stillness of a monastery
watching the lights dim in the sanctuary
as the monks knelt in silent prayer

before the sun has risen
in the early morning
the soft light brings into focus
the simple crucifix at the front of the sanctuary

her eyes focus on the crucifix
on the myth? or man?
who died a horrible death
with nails through his wrists

the child who hurts so badly
finds someone like herself
in the eyes of the man not myth
who experienced such hurt
and yet is God's blessed beloved

she looks into his eyes
daring him with all the hurt there
but he doesn't look away
because he has also hurt

he has hurt so badly he cried out
My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?

in the eyes of the child he understands
that God so loved the world
that he made his blessed beloved part of it
he made his blessed beloved man, not myth
for only by having experienced
can God reach out and truly say:

I am the all powerful myth
but I am not some God on a pedestal
I am also you.
My son has died
not to become God
but to become you
so that you can look at him
in all his pain and glory
and recognize that you are also
God's own blessed beloved.


Mrfuntime3581 32M
20 posts
12/2/2021 8:40 am

This is truly a beautiful poem. There is so much that we have forgotten about ourselves.


Apollo602021 63M

12/2/2021 2:41 pm

Very well said in prose!

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69ereatwetpussy 61M
6774 posts
12/2/2021 5:57 pm

he died for all of us
its your belief in him
that you will be saved
at the end and piece will be with us.
no more pain tiers
i"m glad you are still here with us
hope and pray youare for many years to come
xoxoxoxoxoxxxo


senfully replies on 12/3/2021 6:18 am:
Thank you. Your words always mean so much to me. Thinking of you this holiday season. Hugs.

Vsecrets49 74M

12/4/2021 3:28 am

That you had this experience is evidence that there is redemption, by whatever means it comes to you. It is not merely a function of being particularly religious, but more a matter of being spiritual and having an open mind and heart to what is available for healing. All theologies are essentially guidelines of basic ethics for humanity and offer their unique pathways to achieving fulfillment in this life, or even the next. Bravissima to you for having been so moved by this one experience that it became the watershed in your life. Hugs to you for for having come this way and into my life.


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