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Elohim! (I) trusted friend… betrays healing hands… pierced holy teacher… silenced and nailed to a cross “Jesus of Nazareth King of the Jews” *** my son died today Elohim! (II) Heed my voice crying in the wilderness! Do not abandon me in my anguish But attend, and weep with me now! *for blood rage would not be subdued! “His blood be on us!” they cried” “And on our children!” they shouted* Shine your light of mercy on my soul! I stumble through the bleak wasteland of grief, blinded by infinite darkness! *for blood rage would not be subdued! “His blood be on us!” they cried” “And on our children!” they shouted* The righteous cry but does the Lord hear? I call unto you as my son did cry “Eloi, Eloi, lema sabachthani?” *for blood rage would not be subdued! “His blood be on us!” they cried” “And on our children!” they shouted* Elohim! (III) Silently He watches the sleeping woman, in the unquiet repose known only to a grieving mother she moans, *“blood rage…powerless.. my son” “Eloi, Eloi, lema sabachthani!”* Tears well in his eyes As his heart is once again pierced Gently his hand brushes her forehead the touch causing her to stir slightly and cast it away as though a fleck of dust dare intrude on her personal nightmare. Kissing her cheeks, her eyes, He whispers “Mother!”
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Jun 21, 2016
Jun 21, 2016 at 9:14 PM UTC
Elohim!
Elohim! (I) trusted friend… betrays healing hands… pierced holy teacher… silenced and nailed to a cross “Jesus of Nazareth King of the Jews” *** my son died today Elohim! (II) Heed my voice crying in the wilderness! Do not abandon me in my anguish But attend, and weep with me now! *for blood rage would not be subdued! “His blood be on us!” they cried” “And on our children!” they shouted* Shine your light of mercy on my soul! I stumble through the bleak wasteland of grief, blinded by infinite darkness! *for blood rage would not be subdued! “His blood be on us!” they cried” “And on our children!” they shouted* The righteous cry but does the Lord hear? I call unto you as my son did cry “Eloi, Eloi, lema sabachthani?” *for blood rage would not be subdued! “His blood be on us!” they cried” “And on our children!” they shouted* Elohim! (III) Silently He watches the sleeping woman, in the unquiet repose known only to a grieving mother she moans, *“blood rage…powerless.. my son” “Eloi, Eloi, lema sabachthani!”* Tears well in his eyes As his heart is once again pierced Gently his hand brushes her forehead the touch causing her to stir slightly and cast it away as though a fleck of dust dare intrude on her personal nightmare. Kissing her cheeks, her eyes, He whispers “Mother!”
one of my final poems in Ave Maria.  Although Mary is the main character, I believe she represents so many mothers who have lost their sons, through war, execution, crime, suicide.  Would love to hear your  input
#death#mother#mourning#mary
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mary-catherine-morra
Rhode Island
Jun 21, 2016
Jun 21, 2016 at 9:14 PM UTC
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