Wednesday, July 25, 2007

Symeon The New Theologian (949-1022)




A poem by Symeon from "The Enlightened Heart" An anthology of Sacred Poetry Edited by Stephen Mitchell


We awaken in Christ's body
as Christ awakens our bodies,
and my poor hand is Christ, He enters
my foot, and is infinitely me.

I move my hand, and wonderfully
my hand becomes Christ, becomes all of Him
(for God is indivisibly
whole, seamless in His Godhead).

I move my foot, and at once
He appears like a flash of lightning.
Do my words seem blasphemous - Then
open your heart to Him

and let yourself receive the one
who is opening to you so deeply.
For if we genuinely love Him,
we wake up inside Christ's body

where all our body, all over,
every most hidden part of it,
is realized in joy as Him,
and He makes us, utterly, real,

and everything that is hurt, everything
that seemed to us dark, harsh, shameful,
maimed, ugly, irreparably
damaged, is in Him transformed

and recognized as whole, as lovely,
and radiant in His light
we awaken as the Beloved
in every last part of our body.

6 comments:

Ruby said...

Just beautiful. Thank you for posting this.

mompriest said...

yes. One of my all time favorites...

Diane said...

i love this poem!

RevDrKate said...

This is really lovely, it reminds me of what Gannett Girl wrote about as the third stage in her Ignatian journey.

Jan said...

This is very, very beautiful. Thank you for introducing me to this lovely and profound poem.

Sally said...

love this :-)

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