BLASPHEMY

BLASPHEMY I am a model of His CreationA perfect imperfectionWith hopes of some sublime resurrectionWhen all Life’s foolery is done.I’ve always prayed to the One and only One.ButEchoes of silence reverberateThrough this empty space.At times I curse my being.Sick and sinking in my soulI wonder the sense of it allDid Jesus die on that Cross.Or was He the victim of Cosmic trickery.I see no change in the human condition.What good then this Crucuiixion.No release from the anxietyOf Death's sting,We search a liftime in doubt and miseryThe meaning of this our human absurdity.Blaspemy? Kyrie eleison[Christ have mercy]

— Geremia, Sep 10, 2009

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Seren

16 years 9 months ago

I am speachless,I just dont

I am speachless,I just dont have the words this time my friend just ... God bless you Joe love and hugz Jayne x x

Geremia

16 years 9 months ago

Thank you, Jayne

J.B. Longo-Geremia And the blessings of the Christ to you, my dear friend. joe

Nordic cloud

16 years 9 months ago

Dear Perfect Imperfection

You've said it! My last letter had some of this meaning in it? The absurdity of it all, a theme we think of every day. Not only the man called Jesus died on a cross, many people were crucified in the 'old days' and many were considered virgin births too, so how can we pray to the possibility and expect an answer from anywhere, the walls, the ceiling or even the sky? Apart from the message, or lack of it in this poem, I must consider the poem as a poem and not get hung up in the meaning of it? "I am a model of His Creation A perfect imperfection With hopes of some sublime resurrection When all Life’s foolery is done." I love that wonderful. This too:- "Echoes of silence reverberate Through this empty space." Yes what do I have as a verdict, like Jayne I don't know. I think the meaning is the key to the whole thing, its not a poem its a statement, perhaps. No? Your Annuccia.