7/7/2018 KÝRIE ELÉISON – Jerusalem WeepsKÝRIE ELÉISON Lord, have mercy. Christ, have mercy. Kýrie Eléison ~ Christe Eléison I have seen thy holy places in the Old City of Jerusalem. I have walked the cobblestones Christ once walked. I have stood before each station of the cross and marked the time of day you stood there in pain and agony. I have felt the hurt of all thy people, be they Christian, Jew, or Muslim from any sect across the Holy Land. Kýrie Eléison ~ Christe Eléison I have been to the Western Wall and heard it wailing, crying out in prayer for some compassion, some small mercy. As I have seen your people praying in the mosques upon the Temple Mount ~ Al Haram ash-Sahrif, the Noble Sanctuary. Each is claimed by many as a holy site. So many, O Lord. I think that there is nothing here, we may claim completely as our own, that is ours. There is nothing here that any may claim that is not yours first. I hear them crying on all sides for these their holy places, but not yours, O Lord. Kýrie Eléison ~ Christe Eléison I have seen them bend their words and intentions, their prayers, into something far from holy. I have seen and heard them miss the mark more than once, in their quest for your holiness, your presence in their life. Lord God, I wonder when will we ever learn that true holiness is not found within these places alone, these monuments and images of you, who are unseen and invisible, without image. Kýrie Eléison ~ Christe Eléison Lord, I wonder when they will find your holiness resting in themselves as an indwelling of the Spirit, the Holy Spirit. There was an infant child once born upon a holy night, a silent night. Who rested in a humble manger, where cattle fed, where ox and ass and sheep all dwelled. The innocent of creation. Where angels, shepherds and wise men bowed in homage to a new born king, a heavenly kingdom only, not of this earth or world. Kýrie Eléison ~ Christe Eléison Let us give birth too, in this most holy of nights, in the silence and stillness of this night to the Christ child that dwells within us all. Kýrie Eléison ~ Christe Eléison of a memory that has faded in reflection in knowing where we only desire to be known By – Ron Starbuck
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Publisher's BlogRON STARBUCK is the Publisher/CEO/Executive Editor of Saint Julian Press, Inc., in Houston, Texas; a poet and writer, an Episcopalian, and author of There Is Something About Being An Episcopalian, When Angels Are Born, Wheels Turning Inward, and most recently A Pilgrimage of Churches, four rich collections of poetry, following a poet’s mythic and spiritual journey that crosses easily onto the paths of many contemplative traditions. Archives
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