Every Day Is Thy Day Poem by Ray Lucero

Every Day Is Thy Day



Humanity looks upon Jesus the Nazarene as a “poor
born”, who suffered misery and humiliation with all of the
weak. And He is pitied, for humanity believes He was
crucified painfully…And all that humanity offers to
Him is crying and wailing, and lamentation. For centuries
humanity has been worshipping weakness in the person of
The Savior.

The Nazarene was not weak! He was strong and is
strong! But the people refuse to heed the true meaning of
strength.

Jesus never lived a life of fear, nor did He die suffering or
complaining…He lived as a leader; He was crucified as
a crusader; He died with a heroism that frightened His
tormentors and killers.

Jesus was not a bird with broken wings; He was a raging
tempest who broke all crooked wings. He feared not His
persecutors nor His enemies. He suffered not before His
killers. Free and brave and daring He was. He defied all
despots and oppressors. He saw the contagious pustules
and cut them out…He muted evil, crushed
falsehood and He choked treachery.

Jesus came not from the heart of the circle of light to
destroy the homes and build upon their ruins the convents
and monasteries. He did not persuade the strong man to
become a monk or a priest, but He came to send forth
upon this Earth a new spirit, with power to crumble the
foundation of any monarchy built upon human bones and
skulls…He came to demolish the majestic palaces, con-
structed upon the graves of the weak, and crush the idols,
erected upon the bodies of the poor. Jesus was not sent
here to teach the people to build magnificent churches and
temples amidst the cold wretched huts and dismal hovels.

He came to make the human heart a temple, and the
soul and altar, and the mind a priest.

These were the missions of Jesus the Nazarene, and
these are the teachings for which He was crucified, and if
Humanity were wise, she would stand today and sing in
strength the song of conquest and the hymn of triumph.
Oh, Crucified Jesus…
Who looks sorrowfully, and hears the clamour of dark
Nations…Do they not understand the dreams of Eternity?

Thou art, on the cross, more glorious and
dignified than one thousand kings upon
one thousand thrones, in one thousand empires.

Thou art, in the agony of death, more powerful than
one thousand generals in one thousand wars.

With thy sorrow, Thou are more joyous than Spring
with its flowers.

With thy suffering, Thou art more bravely silent than
the Angels crying in Heaven.

Before Thy lashers, Thou art more resolute than a
mountain of rock.

Thy wreath of thorns is more brilliant and sublime than
the crown of Bahram.

The nails piercing Thy hands are more beautiful than the
scepter of Jupiter.

The spatters of blood upon Thy feet are more resplendent
than the necklace of Ishtar.

Forgive the weak who lament Thee today, for they do
not know how to lament themselves.

Forgive them, for they do no know that Thou hast
conquered death with death, and bestowed life upon the
dead.

Forgive them, for they do not know that Thy strength
still awaits them.

Forgive them, for they do not know that every day is
Thy day.


(Excerpt from “The Crucified”)
By Kahlil Gibran

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