A work in progress
(We've had epics in the past that tell of heroic deeds of men and
demigods of myth, the earliest sung by poets. In Western literature there's
the Iliad and the Odyssey which scholars believe were composed
by a blind Greek poet Homer. His work served as a model for later writers.
Greek and Roman literary critics laid down rules based on Homer, which
included an invocation, a dignified style and a placement called in media
res (in the middle of things―it didn't begin at the beginning).
The French had an epic called Song of Roland; the English,
Beowulf; the Spanish, Poem of El Cid; and the Germans, the
Nibelungenlied (lied = a song). There's others such as Dante's Divine
Comedy and Milton's Paradise Lost. Here's an effort to compose an
epic about the greatest hero of all time, The One Who truly deserves an epic!)
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O we of frailed being, O help us to sing of Jesus the Christ, of His
Greatness and His Glory! He suffered for our sake
not as a demigod of myth
but as The God Who
Himself to our flesh and kind,
The Savior Who
could've commanded heavenly legions, but instead combated
evil and darkness by His virtuous life and His stunning, heroic
sacrifice. He was the Greek Christos, "the anointed one,"
the Light of the
His coming down to earth was necessitated by the predicament brought about
by Adam and Eve, the first human beings. While Eve was instrumental in what
happened, Adam represented the race, and made a decisive choice for the
race, and for
their progeny. Sadly, he disobeyed and its consequences have fallen on us,
something akin a rich man who loses his wealth, and no longer has it it to
bequeath to his descendants.
beyond our understanding
How something comes from nothingness;
But for God, His Will commanding,
It becomes existent, nothing less.
What's He's bidden forth, and bade,
Are we among His creatures made.
With threads sewn unseen,
Our body's knit unto a soul:
The two, with naught between,
Together form a whole.
And as God doth bind,
We become humankind.
The creation of Adam, was when
Our earthling race began,
From that moment, from then,
Had come the appearance of man.
While Adam emerged from the dust of earth,
Eve differed in her way of birth:
From Adam's rib, God fashioned her.
From a part of him, did she with life bestir.
From the body's protective bone
That shields the inner us, and heart,
From the Greatness of God we've known
Came woman forth, in God's creative art.
From the Hebrew ish for man, ishah did
derive:The Fall from Grace
―A woman, who came from Adam alive;
He declared, she's "bone of my bones and flesh of my flesh,"
She'd come forth so pristine pure, like petals fresh!
Eve was created a helpmate to be ,
With intellect and a will made free,
One of two genders, that God designed,
The pattern fore'er for humankind.
A creature very like his own!
And no longer was Adam, a human alone.
Yet they were set, a task to obey:
The fruit not eat of a certain tree,
Nor list to what the Tempter would say;
They were not compelled, but were free.
A serpent would the woman deceive:
He allured her eyes, to misperceive;
She ate, and gave Adam the forbidden fruit,
And their supernatural life wither'd at root.
He spoke in serpent tongue
And spoke to her in lie;
And nigh the fruit there hung,
He tempted through her eye...
That day in Paradise,, and Adam astray!
She should've looked away...
When sin he did disguise
And led her
In Adam God had breathed
life in breath,
And now his nostril scented, the smoke of death.
Like a fruit of a tree, fallen to earth and spoiled,
From Adam our nature fell, and fallen was besoiled;
The serpent delighted in the ruin, as in the tree it coiled.
O Adam could've been fore'er a saint,
But by the sin original, he
then did taint!
O attend, Adam decided for the species,
When he disobeyed God's catecheses.
Alas, his fallen nature we inherit,
And his legacy lost, we must bear it.
'Twas impossible for finite man,
To repair for this offense:
To bridge an infinite span,
So great, and so immense!
The Need of a Redeemer
Still man, would need atone.
Yet in verity, only God alone,
Could suffice to satisfy...
So down He came from High,
To join our race, in Perfect worth,
To mend our plight upon the earth.
The angel Gabriel was assignedWith plumed wings flew down to a Virgin Blest,
To the special mission to our kind;
To a Galilean town, at God's behest.
To a town by the name of Nazareth,Where words of import came forth from breath,
He announced the Messiah to the Virgin Mary:
That the Son of God she would conceive and carry.
Twas like a trumpet's clarion call,
That echoes down through the ages all!
She was the perfect vessel who brought
Perfection into the world!
In holiness He was wrapped and wrought,
And from Him Redemption unfurled.
She was The Immaculate Conception,
To crush the devil's deception!
When Mary understood what she'd heard,
She said, Be it done according to thy word.
And in her,
a mortal she,
Into this world, He came to be.
Our Embryonic Lord
And God's own Fetal Son,
Once tied by maternal cord
To her, the Immaculate One.
He was given the
name of Jesus,
―A name that fore'er should please us!
As Eve was instrumental in the Fall,
So Mary was instrumental in saving all.
The Holy Infant's Born
In Bethlehem He was humbly born,
By sheep whose wooly coats are shorn;
He was wrapped, this swaddled Lamb of God,
His tiny toes and feet unshod.
He was laid in a manger where animals fed,
Prefiguring the Eucharist yet to come!
He there was laid on a humble bed,
And yet a King, the eternal from!
A sign of nourishment, ours to take,
The Holy One, Who the world did make.
Like the rays of sun that pass,
Through the purest of window glass...
He traversed His mother in such a way,
That a virgin birth in honor we say.
Like through a Nativity window,
In a hushed and holy place,
Appear'd the Savior we know,
His Light ashine and Grace.
Perhaps on barley straw, He'd lain
With slender stems of winnowed wheat;
And a few kernels of clinging grain
―This fodder, His royal throne and seat.
The wise men came on camel beast;
These travelers of ancient road,
They came from somewhere East,
And found the King, and gifts bestowed:
Lo, on Him they did confer
Gold and frankincense and myrrh.
They thought the Child surely great,
For such a trip to contemplate.
They'd followed a shining star,
And journeyed from land afar
As an infant He felt the cold to shoulder
In a cave with tiny clouds of animal breath.
As God He knew, when He was older,
He'd undergo a Passion to death.
His suffering fore'er in view:
Of what He would go through.
At Home with His Family
Upon Him the universe doth depend,
Yet upon His mother He trusts His needs;
For Himself He could verily fend,
Yet on His mother's milk He feeds.
Then from Joseph's labor, they trade
For grain to bake a wheaten bread,
With honey to sweeten the morsels made,
To put to mouth, where Truth be said.
Presenting Him in the Temple
They took him to Jerusalem, where
They presented Him in the Temple there:
And glory for the people Israel.
Yet Simeon also foretold the friction
That would arise from contradiction.
He told to Mary, the Mother of the Lord,
That her heart would be pierced by
The Mosaic Law to accord,
They'd offered two pigeons or a pair of dove.
Poor they were, to no more afford,
Yet rich with the One from up Above.
Under the eyes of hearts so true,
Of Joseph and Mary, their Jesus grew:
His parents joyed when He first spoke
And at His smile when He awoke.
They witness when He tries
To catch a bird He sees;
And see the bird as up it flies,
As He crawls upon His knees.
As time goes on, a step He'll take,
And more and more the effort make.
A stone in His path to stumble on,
They'd show Him how to step around,
And clods of dirt that crumble on,
To return to dust and earthen ground.
As a Boy and Young Man
As Jesus older and longer grew
He'd watch as Joseph fashion'd a plow,
To furrow the soil, unbroken through:
He watched as Joseph worked and how.
When He began to take up tool,
He was truly in a carpenter school.
He sawed in Joseph's shop,
With dust a-falling from the wood;
With an axe He'd hew and chop,
Its chips flew nigh to where He stood:
And from a chisel He did wield,
Fell shavings from the wood He peeled.
All of His youth, 'twas wood He faced:
Alas on that, He would be placed.
To Jerusalem at Age Twelven
To guide a plow the ground to cleft;
when in Jerusalem at Twelve,
He thought of the labor still left
The business of,
The Father above.
So He stayed behind,The Father's Will in mind.
His parents missed Him, homeward bound,the temple found;
And returned in sorrow to find their boy;
After three days, He was in
Their tears, then turned to joy...
He was conversing with the teachers wise,
Who marveled at Him, before their eyes.
Even though His parents felt sad,
In staying back He did naught bad:
But rather the tasks of heavenly Father!
Yet, loath to cause His parents bother:
He went with Joseph and Mary home,
And dwelt with them in Hebrew Shalom.
Baptized as a Man
But the day'd come,
About His Father's business, would be:
When the Baptist stood
at Jordan's flow,
A penitent's baptism to there bestow.
Lo, Jesus came from Galilee,
the river, and
John with Jesus pled:
The baptism ought be done by thee
But Jesus hindered him instead...
For the sake of justice, let it be.
Then obeying Jesus, John
Poured water Him upon.
And after the water was poured,
The Spirit descended upon Our Lord:
In coming down from up above,
He alighted in the form of
portal did ope
O'er Jordan's flowing stream;
It was a sign of hope,
who Heaven dream.
The Father spoke that day,the
And was heard from Heaven say:
Thou art My Beloved Son
In Whom I am well pleased:
Thus, was manifest the Triune One!
Not something mythic,
Grecian tale, the daughters of
beyond the set of
The golden apples guarding
from those who'd
But heed! The
Trinity isn't myth,
When Jesus was Baptized
We may with this, in Writ
When the Jordan was parted and pent,
And downstream its water went:
And Joshua crossed to the Promised Land!
Jesus parted its waters, to stand,
He showed the way to the Promised Strand
Him was water broken:
A path of penance and grace, it did betoken.
His Work with Disciples
John told disciples, "Behold the Lamb of God
Who takes away the sins of the world!"
They followed the Savior, sandal-shod,
His work with others, being now unfurled.
And passing by the inland sea,
The shore awash of Galilee,
He saw Peter
and Andrew casting net,
And spoke to these with seine He met,
"Come, follow me, I'll make you fishers of men,"
And farther on He invited brethren once again:
He saw John and James,
their nets, their cords of mesh there
These were two more of the
They followed Him, no longer nets a-tending.
He'd come to earth to faith impart,
To stir belief in the human heart.
The Pharisee's asked when the Kingdom,
The realm of God would come...
Then Jesus said it's in your midst: you among;
And as He spoke, they heard its tongue.
The Messiah was already reigning, the Son,
The Kingdom of God had already begun!
With faith they could it grasp,
And with justice and love, it enclasp.
The Wedding of Cana
Jesus and His disciples came,
To a wedding Feast of Cana fame
Mary said to Him,
"They have no wine."
And Jesus responded the hour's not mine;
transpired between the two;
She told attendants:
whatever He tells you, do.
what her eyes did impart,
He honored the wish of a mother's heart.
He allowed her to intercede:
To perform a wonder, He then agreed.
Jesus said, the jars with water fill,wine came forth to spill!
And they filled the vessels to the brim;
But wonder of wonder:
--At Mary's request, a miracle worked by Him!
Then Jesus said to take what water had been,
To the steward head of wedding then,
And from whence it came the steward knew
But the attendants knew, 'twas by Jesus wrought.
When the steward tasted the wine,
He said everyone serves the better first,
But told the groom, it's not so with thine;
He saw the order reversed.
In terms of his
taste for thirst
The flavor from the
ripen'd grape that burst.
And time to follow, at Mass the
Before we at
It's changed into
the Blood of
What made the tongue of the steward,
pleasured him so
At the Holy
He was human born,
for our sake,
the world that
He enter'd in:
The Redemptive path that Jesus would
The path of suff'ring and dying for
He took His
disciples up the mountain to pray
Where the Testament New would see the Old;
Elijah and Moses did meet
with Jesus that day,
And the Here, the Hereafter did
"His face shone as the sun," so bright,
His garments like snow, so white.
And for those that Peter did see,
He wished to
But his request was not allowed,
And they were enveloped in a cloud.
Jesus stood transfigured,
The others they
stayed, each to