Treasure Island

Ravi Panamanna

(21/09/1956 / Ottapalam- Kerala State- India)

The Living Spirit of the Holy Cross


Every Easter reminds us of the spirit of the holy cross. Let us imbibe the spirit and live peacefully and harmoniously.
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Leaves are falling
Feathers are floating.
Mist is melting
And the valley lay dreaming.

Beyond the passage,
Beyond the heart,
Chains are clattering,
Voices are heard.

A cross is laden,
Whips are heard.
Blood is oozing,
Bones are cramming.

Crannied walls crumble,
Noises fill the air.
Eyes are streams,
Prayers into eternal silence melt.

And he is being nailed,
Upon the cross he is laid.
There- to the open winds and our closing skies
The sweetest flower is sacrificed.

Beyond our hearts,
Beyond our dreams,
Beyond our spaces,
But it opens its eyes.

Beyond our reach,
Beyond our mortal scales,
It blooms into a horizon
And leaves its lingering fragrance.

The cross is empty,
The cave is empty.
The bird hath left the cage,
There are only plumes left.

And- beholding them,
We cherish a dream.
We return our eyes,
We search our own heart.

Leaves are falling,
Heart is opening.
A candle is burning,
Centuries lay dreaming.

Submitted: Saturday, March 21, 2009
Edited: Thursday, April 01, 2010

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  • Greenwolfe 1962 (4/12/2009 11:29:00 PM)

    I suppose that if I were a more religious person I might find more in this writing to praise; but frankly, aside from the opening and closing verses, I really found
    this piece to be rather run-of-the-mill so to speak. As I said, I am not a religious
    person so I naturally miss the relevant symbolism that is quite common in a piece like this. Be that as it may, for pure inspiration, I suppose it works well.

    GW62 (Report) Reply

  • Jasmin Whyte (4/10/2009 4:42:00 PM)

    'It leaves its lingering fragrance'

    yes indeed. These things have a fragrance, something that is left just out of reach yet, so familiar, and we remember. Happy Easter (Report) Reply

  • Fay Slimm (3/22/2009 12:59:00 AM)

    This depicts the agony and indeed the onlooker's ecstasy eventually in such an appealing verse. I endorse the title too - - a lovely write.... and 10 from Fay.. (Report) Reply

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