Me, A Piece Of Sin And A Prayer At The Foot Of Your Cross Poem by Silivester Kiik

: On a Silence and Tears
Your Holy Body hanging on a rough wooden cross,
is the symbol of my sins being washed away,
but until this event repeated itself,
I'm still not self-aware,
I'm even more diligent in accumulating more sins,
to see You more miserable,
in the wounds and face of Your death.

Your body lying stiff in all its silent love,
inviting the heart to wade into its depths,
as the pure medium of life,
until the time comes to rise as truth,
to be born anew; making You, the Son, the true example of my steps.

I watched as drop by drop the blood began to dry,
containing a deep surrender,
as the fruit of true love: then; why is this heart still hardened,
head cocked arrogantly,
a soul that loves to embrace justification,
the mind that diligently hunts for defence,
why, oh, Jesus my Son,
the final cry of 'My Father... My Father... why have you forsaken
me? ' seem to be futile in all my thoughts, my words, my behaviour.

O Jesus; you have renewed the world through your honourable death.

honourable death, infuse in me, in our neighbour this work of
of your mercy,
that I may always be reminded of this great mystery,
and may devote myself wholly to Your loving hands, for without You, I would not be able to live in
hands of Your love, for without You, I am but a lump of dust.

Atambua,04 March 2024