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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Sing of Jesus The Christ, in story,
Of His Sacrifice and His
Yes, sing we frailed
With our veiled eyes in seeing...
He suffered pain for our sake,
On the Cross the hurt and ache:
See Him not, as a demigod
But as The God, our nature with.
could've commanded heavenly legions,
While here He dwelt in earthly regions.
His was a noble life,
And died a heroic
In Greek the Christos, "the anointed one,"
The Light of the World, God the Son.
His coming down to earth was necessitated by the predicament brought about
by Adam and Eve, the first of human beings. While Eve was instrumental in what
happened, Adam represented and stood for the race, and made a deciding choice 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.
It's beyond our understanding,
How something comes from nothingness;
But for God, His will commanding:
It becomes existent, nothing less.
What He's bidden forth in being,
Are all the creatures that we are seeing:
All those visible unto our sight,
And those invisible,
they show His might.
With threads sewn unseen,
A body's knit unto a soul:
The two, with naught between,
Together they form a whole.
And as God doth bind,
We become our kind.
The creation of Adam, was when
Our earthly race began,
From that moment, then,
Upon the earth came man.
While Adam came from the dust of earth,
Eve differ'd, in her way of birth:
From Adam's rib, God did fashion her,
From that part of him, did she bestir.
From the body's protective bone
That shields the inner us, and heart,
From that costal part, his own,
Came woman at her very start.
From Hebrew ish for man, came woman,
And the woman created thus, was called this: Eva.
And there at the human dawn,
From Adam she was drawn.
Adam said of her, so fresh and pristine pure,
She's "bone of my bones and flesh of my flesh,"
Her beauty did Adam's eye allure,
And she caught his heart as if in mesh.
Eve was created a helpmate to be ,
With intellect, and will made free,
The two genders God designed,
The pattern fore'er for all our kind.
She was a creature very like his own!
And no longer was Adam, a human alone.
The two were set a task to obey:
Eat not of a certain fruit, the Lord did say.
The Fall from Grace
Alas, O woe!
For all our kind
There lurked a peril so,
Upon a limb, entwined!
When humanity had just begun,
A serpent spoke with forked tongue!
With cunning, sin it sought to enlace
And knot it to, the human race.
The reptile would the woman deceive:
Misleading her mind, to misperceive;
And with fruit tempted her, her appetite to sate,
Alas, sadly, the fruit the woman ate.
She gave to Adam the forbidden fruit,
And their life of spirit, wither'd at root.
From what had taken place,
Forsaken they were of grace!
The grace to sanctify,
Away from them did fly!
And now, they would die.
It spoke to her in lie;
nigh the fruit there hung,
He tempted through her eye...
That day in Paradise,
She should've looked away...
When sin he did disguise
And led her and Adam astray!
In Adam, God had breathed
his life in breath,
But now his nostril,
did scent the smoke of death.
fruit of a tree, there
fallen to earth and spoiled,
With Adam our nature fell, and fallen was
on the tree it coiled.
Lo Adam could've been fore'er a saint,
But his sin did him and his progeny 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 truly, only God alone,
Could suffice to satisfy...
He'd come from Heaven's height so high,
To join our race with infinite worth,
And mend our plight, down here on earth.
The angel Gabriel was assignedA
special mission to our kind;
His plumes winged down
to her so
To a Galilean town, at God's behest.
town by the name was
He spoke forth his words
Announcing the Messiah to the Virgin Mary:
That the Son of God she' d conceive and carry.
was like a trumpet's clarion call,
That echoes down
through the ages all!
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 forever to please us!
As Eve was instrumental in the Fall,
So Mary was instrumental to save us 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,
Imagine him there with feet unshod.
He was laid in a manger where animals fed
Prefiguring the Eucharist yet to come!
There laid upon a humble bed,
Yet a King, the eternal from!
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 Whom we know,
His Light ashine with holy Grace.
Perhaps on barley straw, He'd lain,
And with slender stems of winnowed wheat;
And kernels few of clinging grain
―This fodder, a Royal throne and seat.
The wise men came on camel beast;
These travellers 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 cloudlets of animal breath.
As God He knew, when He was older,
He'd undergo a Passion to death.
His suffering, fore'er in divine view
Of what He would endure and 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.
And then from Joseph's labor, they'd trade
For grain to bake a barley bread;
With honey to sweeten the morsels made,
To put to mouth, where Truth be fed,
―and where truth be said.
Presenting Him in the Temple
They took him to Jerusalem, where,
They presented Him in the Temple there:
An elderly man named Simeon
Devout and just, the Spirit upon,
Came into the temple, inspired in mind,
And did the Lord, the Christus find.
He took Jesus in his arms, and God he blessed.
My eyes have salvation seen, he confessed;
The parents marveled at what they heard,
His prophecies spoken in priestly word:
A light to the Gentiles, his lips did tell
And glory for the people Israel.
Yet Simeon also foretold the friction
That would arise from contradiction.
He Mary told, the Mother of the Lord,
That pierced would be her heart by sword.
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 dirt in clods that crumble on,
That turn to dust on earthen ground.
As a Boy and Young Man
As Jesus older and taller grew
He'd watch as Joseph fashion'd a plow,
To furrow the soil to break it through:
He watched as Joseph worked and how.
When He began to take up a tool,
He was truly in a carpenter's 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 life, 'twas wood He faced:
And alas on that! He would be placed.
To Jerusalem at Age Twelven Joseph's shop
He handles did helve,
But another task He ponder'd of...
When in Jerusalem, at age of Twelve,
The business of His Father above.
So He stayed behind,
His Father's Will in mind.
His parents missed Him, homeward bound,
in the temple He was found;
And returned in sorrow to find their boy;
After three days,
Their tears, then turned to joy...
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 task 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
John the Baptist stood in the Jordan flow,
A penitent's baptism to bestow.
Lo, Jesus came from Galilee,
And at the river, John with Jesus pled:
The baptism ought be done by thee
But Jesus hindered him
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 dove.
And Heaven's portal did ope
O'er Jordan's flowing stream;
It was a sign of hope,
For us who Heaven dream.
The Father spoke that day,
And did from Heaven
Thou art My Beloved Son
In Whom I am well pleased:
Thus, was manifest the Triune One!
like the Hesperides...
Of Grecian tale, the daughters of the eve,
Said oft to live beyond the set of sun
And golden apples guard from those who'd thieve...
But not in myth, is the Trinity One!
At the Jordan baptizing there,
We may in history compare
To yet another Scriptural event:
When the Jordan was parted and pent,
And downstream its water went:
When Joshua crossed to the Promised Land.
With John, Jesus parted the Jordan flow,
And showed our way to the Promised Strand.
As the water broke around Him so
His Work with Disciples
John told his 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 saw John and James, the Sons of Zebedee,
Who were at their nets,
They were, two more Apostles to be,
follow, nets no longer
The Wedding of Cana
Jesus and His disciples cameCana, the Feast of
Mary said to Him, "They have no wine."
Yet something transpired between the two;
She told the attendants:
Whate'er He tells you, do.
What was present in her maternal
He permitted her
To do a
He then agreed.
the jars with water fill:
They poured the liquid, inside to spill
And filled the vessels unto the brim
―Obeying the Lord, the word of Him.
And He said to them, draw out,
From the jars that stood about,
And carry some to the steward chief:
A cup that began with her belief.
The steward knew
not the source,
But the waiters knew, of course!
He said everyone serves the better first;
told the groom,
so with thine;
the best till now,
Lo, that which tasted so fine!
The order seemed
The flavor of the purpled vine
grape that burst.
changed the water to wine!
But now, to the Blood of
When we at Holy Communion
The wine becomes
the Blood of Christ!
The wine, the steward's tongue made wetter,
pleasured him with
At Mass it becomes
for us to savor.
His Redemptive Role
He was human born,
for our sake,
For saving the world, He enter'd in:
Redemptive path He would take,
To live, to suffer and die for sin.
In a world,
where illness fell and evil lurked,
Christ went about doing good
and miracles worked.
The Death of John the Baptist
And it came to pass
that this occurred
And heard, alas,
in the spoken word.
The Baptist who preached repentance of sin,
The son of His mother's cousin kin,
Was slain by Herod, in an awful fate,
head was severed
placed on plate;
Yes, John the one who went before,
to blade and butcher's gore.
The voice of
who cried in the desert,
Was stilled, to cry no more.
And to a desert place, apart,
The Lord withdrew, to a farther shore.
In a boat upon the sea,
Twelve Loaves and Two Fishes
Because of the sick He cured.
To where He landed, many
They came by foot, the sea around,
Him they found.
A miracle would happen that day
When those who followed did amass;
And Jesus bid
Recline there upon the grass.
And when the time grew late,
And the number gathered great;
Besides the women and children, in ken,
They counted about five thousand men.
They only had five loaves and two fishes,
Not enough to fill their hungry wishes.
Christ looked to heaven,
blessing and breaking the bread:
And multiplying these,
He the people fed.
multitude were sate,
As twelve baskets
from what they ate.
He took the disciples up the mountain to pray
The hereafter the Apostles did behold.
Where the Testament New would see the Old;
Elijah and Moses met with Jesus that day,
"His face shone as the sun," so bright,
His garments like snow, so white.
And for those that Peter did see,
He wished to make a tent for the three
But his request was not allowed,
And they were enveloped in a cloud.
Transfigured, Jesus stood the worlds astride,
While the others stayed, to each their side.
In an unsettled kind of way,ver to stay,
We're like nomads upon the land;
We're not here fore
But are bound to heaven's strand.
Not here to always abide
But created for the other side.
Agony in the Garden
Undergoing the Agony in the Garden,
He suffer'd for our sake and pardon;
From His pores His brow was ruddy wet;
His Blood, it mingled with His sweat.
And olives grew in this garden soil,
in the Aramaic tongue,
A name which means a press for oil;
Suggesting how His Blood
From His Body, so greatly under stress,
Its vessels squeezed, as in a press.
Jesus shed His precious Blood,
When fallen it
formed a reddish mud,
Appearing like the color, the hue of rust;
O joy, if It touches us,
we of earthly dust.
He sweat to make up for Adam's deed,
And for us, O we of Adam's seed;
Not only for our sin but that of kin:
For all of us since Eden's been.
And kneeling down, He fell to the ground;
He prayed, the Father's will be done.
O let us so incline, and so be found,
That the Father's will and ours be one.
To Him all knees should bend,
All heads should humbly bow...
He suffered in this world to mend,
For those gone and the living now.
From Gethsemane they took Him
Like a beast to
market, there to slay;
He met His captors, and for our sake,
He them allowed, Him to take.
With their torches
seized the Nazarene in name;
Whom Judas did betray,
With a kiss in the dark of day.
The Scourging at the Pillar
They swung their whips,
the Lord did thresh;
With their terrible scourges they ripp'd! His Flesh.
His Pure and
body they tore,
And Blood came forth, now more than pore.
If thongs were tipped with metal or bone,
The whip would rip the dermal unsewn;
And drawn like a rake across the skin,
It'd furrow the flesh--a harrow of sin.
Yet, God uses
what's torn, such terrible tillage,
To harvest grace,
land, and village.
Lo, those who pursue the sins of the flesh,
In the scourging of Jesus, themselves enmesh;
And those who'd support such sensual sin,
Will find that the scourge, their hand is in.
Today's abortion is human barbarity!
It lacks in love and lumens of clarity.
It's woven in the whip of a permissive hand
Of those who support it across the land!
Crowning with Thorns
They crowned Him with thorns of pain:
A headache e'en worse than one's migraine.
The thorns may've pierced the skull of the Lord,
If so, the cranium bone they
O sharpish crown, without any jewel!
Yet, drops of Blood from out His head,
From thorns that pierce and hurt so cruel,
There came a precious gems in
O Rubies of infinite worth!
Each jewel valued
Than all the treasure on earth,
And all the amber washed ashore.
The thorns, we may liken to nail,
They pierced His head, as they impale!
The Carrying of the Cross
He carried the weight of the
Cross one day,
Up Calvary hill, where Him they'd slay;
Upon His shoulder its wood He heft ,
And upon it, a Bloody stain was left.
The bite in the fruit in the midst of the Garden,through all eternity,
It left the bitter, terrible taste of the Fall;
But the bite in the Fruit of the Womb brought pardon:
The bite of the Cross, brought sweetness for all.
--For us to savor
His favor for us through Mary's maternity.
Jesus weaken'd, and under His burden fell;
A passer-by, one Simon of Cyrene,
They compelled, to carry the Cross as well,
As he walked the way of the Nazarene.
The Sacred drops of Blood He shed.. They
fell, where His burden'd Body bled;
It's accounted a lady Seraphia, without fail,
Did wipe His bleeding face with her veil...
She's known as Veronica in Christian lore,
And on the Cross, He was fixed thereto.
From the phrase vera icon--an
The Suffering Face of Him to adore,
They drove the piercing nails
in each limb:
Into His hands, amid the carpels of wrist,
And lower, spikes into the feet of Him!
Thus He suffer'd, that we'd fore'er be blissed.
upon His body
Alas, our sin with Him so dealt.
They fastened Him to a Cross of woodwith flesh o'er skeletal bone,
Which on the hill of Calvary stood;
In His body
He suffered so much, for sin to
Each nail, its metal, into Christ it sticks
And holds Him fast, there crucifixed!
The Wheaten Grain, beaten, now made grist
Lo baked into the Bread of His Presence!
Yea, Jesus the Christ Who hung by wrist,
To obtain for us, the Heavenly Essence.
Against the Cross of wood, rough hewn,.
His Blood was smeared and ruddily strewn
His wounded torso rubbed It on the wood
And where His nailed feet there stood.
He gasped for air to draw His breath,
As the sands of time counted to death.
He uttered these words, His last:
"Father into Thy hands I commend my Spirit,"
Like a mariner asea, calling avast!
He said it aloud, they could hear it.
His Infinite Being, now did suffice!As
Jesus died and paid a great price,
A darkness shrouded the land,
And beneath the Cross there mourning,
Were the women and John at hand,
As Redemption was aborning.
They took Him down from where He hung
And lovingly wrapt Him in linen cloth:
Bereft of spirit, the dead among,
Around they enwound each linen swath
With the fabric, flaxen made, wrapt
with aloes and myrrh;
And the women saw where He was laid,
Where His body they did inter.
He'd come forth in life, from His mother's womb,
And now came forth, from another's tomb,
A sepulchre cut in rock, for Joseph of Arimathia,
A secret disciple, from the province called Judea.
The women at the tomb assembled,
To anoint Him with spices at the dawn of day;
The earth was disturbed, it quaked and trembled.
And an angel rolled the stone away!
Two men in dazzling raiment, spoke to them, and said
"Why do you seek the Living One among the dead?
He isn't here..." He's risen and goes before thee,
And there the Lord
you shall see in Galilee..
went to tell the chief priests
What had happened in their sight;
They were given money to say: The Deceased,
Was stolen by the disciples during the night.
This falseness, then was spread,
From what the priests had said!
But Jesus appeared to some He knew,
Thus proving His Resurrection true.
Road to Emmaus
On the road
to Emmaus, Christ was walking
As were two disciples, together
Coming up to them, He their conversing heard
And asked about their exchange of word.
events that'd taken place,
Their eyes being held, and didn't recognize His face.
He interpreted for them the Scripture story:
That Christ'd suffer before He'd come to glory.
As it was growing late in the day,
They bid Him tarry, and with them to stay;
At the meal, He blessed and broke the Bread;
They knew Him then, The Risen from the Dead!
Appearing to Others
For fear of Jews, the disciples were shut in a room;nd
The doors were locked, a
Jesus passed through
to the inside,
Like light through glass, to where they
He appear'd to eleven at table,Upbraiding them for lack of belief,
That He'd arisen was not a fable,
Nor was He stolen away by thief.
Christ in the World
He endured suff'ring to us
And we owe Him so much of our Esteem.
To live in heavenly bliss with Him,
With the angels, the blessed and Seraphim;
our eternal destiny,
for our life to be.
No greater Hero has
world so great and
on earth, was for the sake of
That in lasting joy,
they may abide.
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"I want to eat." Manger in Engish to is a place or trough
where livestock are fed. On the farm where I
grew up we had a long manger in front of the stanchions
where the cows were held in place for milking.
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with pieces of metal or bone which beat into the flesh.
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palm proper (metcarpus), and the digits, (four fingers and
thumb). The heel of the hand, closest to the bones of the
forearm, consists of the eight carpal bones. Here the
ligaments are stronger than in the middle of the palm, where
it's believed the nail would tear through. Within the carpal
bones is a space, where "most medical experts claim that the
nails were placed."