We are, of course, Easter
People. We live and move in the joy of
the resurrection, which we will celebrate VERY soon.
According to creed and tradition, between the crucifixion and the resurrection, Christ descended into hell. He claimed redeemed those who had been
trapped there.
The Harrowing of Hell
Soul wails
Soul wails
Grovels in torment’s tendrils
Body long worm eaten, soul
empty.
Agonized.
Every small or grand wrong
committed (every good omitted) wraps around
the remains of the heart of soul –
cords of iron, forged in pain’s flame.
Every movement, the slightest
motion, clamps the vice of sin another degree.
Every day I am drawn more deeply
into the yawning maw that is
Eternal. Dark.
Despaiar.
I thought death was
finality—that it was total nonexistence.
That would have been better. Far better.
The empty desolation of all that I ever was sees a something lurking, skulking, stalking.
A
presence that is frigid emptiness.
The dark angel flutters. It holds me in its chilling burning clench,
piercing with empty infusions
that
saturate with perpetual, hopeless LOSS.
In the core of my heart’s
remains, yet in the remote distance I hear LOVE silently moaning.
A strong yet beaten voice cries out: "Father....Why have you forsaken
me?"
∞∞∞∞
From beyond wherever I am, a stirring of windy breath and a voice shouting softly.
∞∞∞∞
From beyond wherever I am, a stirring of windy breath and a voice shouting softly.
The
cosmos splits with: “It is finished!"
In the center of my desire, yet in the unreachable distance something stirs,
In the center of my desire, yet in the unreachable distance something stirs,
like new life nestled deeply in a womb.
Chains, shackles and weights are
loosened, lifted up in life breathing joy.
Eyes
long dissolved see Love and hear forgiveness claiming a parched soul.
I am enfolded.
I am enfolded.
Claimed.
Gathered into the ONE who formed
every fiber of my flesh in the
bowels
of the earth long before time began, before there ever was time.
Alpha. Omega. Priestly Beloved Companion.
Alpha. Omega. Priestly Beloved Companion.
My God,
how can it be that
you came here to find me?
by Pamela Czarnota
you came here to find me?
by Pamela Czarnota
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