dont cry for me, Jesus,
it should be me crying for you.
when those that invoke your name,
do so on the field of battle;
in the name of prejudice and hatreds,
from well insulated rooms,
padded against the cries
of the needy and hungry.
in the name of a 'holiness'
that forgets the sacredness of life.
in the name of a justice
that sees colors and wealth and privilege.
dont cry for me, Jesus,
for they would leave you
on that old cross,
and invoke your name like magic
to absolve well planned sins.
dont cry for me, Jesus...
cry for those too deaf to hear,
too blind to see,
too callous to feel...
and okay, maybe a couple tears
for me!
I remember talking to an old soldier on the beaches at Arromanche and he described to me going through the personal effects of a dead German soldier and being moved that he had been wearing a crucifix and also that his belt buckle had Gott Mit Uns inscribed on it. God with us. He said he stopped praying after that.
Good one Eric; I love the movement, and the humanity in this one. My heart smiles; for that, thank you my friend.
A very crucial poem! Because it is really sad that those who use the most advanced technologies and weapons have to hide in their safety rooms and send out others to bomb Afghan children and tell the world thereafter how pious they are! Thanks very much
Proverbs..27 The Lord hates it when wicked people offer him sacrifices, especially if they do it from evil motives.
very interesting way to write about such mystic issue. i like your poem, it has deep meaning and shows your opinion....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very intriguing poem, but excellently written in the most emphatic terms. Though I respect your views, I have to say that however evil men are - that does not affect the goodness of Christ nor does it diminish His Love. I know.