“BEYOND”: A Good Friday poem

 “Ero mors tua, o mors - I will be thy death, o Death”(Osea 13,14)

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To introduce this poem, I will use some passages from the book 'The Dark Night of the Soul' by John of the Cross, a saint, mystic and doctor of the Church, who lived during the 1500s in Spain. 

"The Dark Night of the Soul" is really one of the most intense and difficult states of spiritual transformation, where suffering is crucial and at the same time all internal, not easy to communicate or share. According to Roberto Assagioli, founder of Psychosynthesis, "a similar stage and experience, at least for some references, but considered under a voluntary and active aspect, are described in the hermetic, initiatic and alchemical traditions as 'trial by fire' and as 'washing in the waters'. It is therefore the extreme, perhaps definitive, process of initiatory death.

John of the Cross writes: "...such are the effects produced in the soul by this night that hides the hope of seeing the light of day again. In this regard, the prophet Job says: 'At night I feel my bones piercing, and the pains that gnaw at me do not give me rest' (Job 30:17)... This struggle and this fight are tremendous, because the peace that one expects must be very deep; the spiritual pain is also intimate and subtle, because the love that one must achieve must also be very high and pure.

Below is my poem "Beyond", written, not surprisingly, today 2 April 2021, on Good Friday.

BEYOND

Captured

in your pearly spider's web

I’m hanging on the cross

pierced by the dawn.

You killed me.

But I am beyond,

yes, well beyond

your deadly sting

Disclaimer: Any reference to the vaccine is purely coincidental.

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