SAINT JULIAN PRESS
Ron Starbuck ~ Poet
Kýrie 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 al-Sharif, 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
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 al-Sharif, 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
Ron Starbuck
There Is Something About Being an Episcopalian
Publisher : Saint Julian Press, Inc. (July 1, 2016)
Language : English
Paperback : 108 pages
ISBN-10 : 0996523170
ISBN-13 : 978-0996523172
Copyright 2016
There Is Something About Being an Episcopalian
Publisher : Saint Julian Press, Inc. (July 1, 2016)
Language : English
Paperback : 108 pages
ISBN-10 : 0996523170
ISBN-13 : 978-0996523172
Copyright 2016
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