The Bloody Birth Of Hope Poem by Tarun Cherian

We live bloody times. The Nato-Russian War in Ukraine. The Yemen War. Aermenia-Azerbaijan. And in them horrors will be conducted. We live in times that seem to come from ancient scriptures, rather than the air-brushed simpering of marketers. The mind goes back to the time of Jesus' birth, when The Magii came to seek The Infant King. Herod threatened by it, outwardly helped them, and in return asked the Magii to share with him the location of Jesus after they had found him, so he too could worship him. The Magii after celebrating Jesus were warned by an angel about Herod's true intent and took another route back. Furious at the Magii, and threatened by a [potential crisis, Herod ordered the death of all infants of the age of 2 and less. Fulfilling a ProphetJeremiah's anguished Vision: " In Rama was there a voice heard, lamentation, and weeping, and great mourning, Rachel weeping for her children, and would not be comforted, because they are not." Many of us think of God as a sweet guy. The cradle of Hope is usually drenched in blood. God is not nice. The Cosmic is Glorious.