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domenica 25 dicembre 2011

Freedom and Religion

Two thousand years ago, died on the first Christian martyr,Stephen, then made ​​a saint, who is celebrated the day afterChristmas.

After then,  died  millions in the name of Christ, thrown to the lions, quartered, roasted, peeled, tortured, stoned, imprisoned,burned, impaled, crucified, beheaded, simply deprived  of their freedom and life because they believed in Christ.

The last 35 christian martyrs were Nigerians and  were killed in the day when we celebrate the incarnation of God in  Jesus,  The greatest gift of God to men.

It 'sad to hear that stillsome men are killed for  religious beliefs.

Perhaps it is time that all the Churches come together to reaffirm definitively that God is one, no matter how you call Him. And each,while maintaining its theological and doctrinal peculiarities,  recognizes the others  the right to worship God in the manner deemed most appropriate, without a right to arrogate to themselves the divine monopoly behind which many men actually hide their lust for power.

From my point of view, I see Christ in his manger, helpless, come to bring peace and love, and crucified himself, the symbol and witness to the freedom to profess a creed without wanting to impose anything on anyone.

domenica 18 dicembre 2011

My heart is sad

My  heart is sad. I've read of a man who didn't accept his wife studying for a degree and who has cut off her right hand five fingers to stop her. I ask my self "why?".
Why a man has to act in such a savage, uncivilized manner?
How can a man do such a thing to the woman he loves?
How can a man do such a thing to another living being?
Not even to an animal can be done such an horrible mutilation!
I feel the shame to be a man; 'cause this man is part of our world; he comes from the same place we come; he's part of our way of behaving: he fears facing women's emancipation like many of us do; he was born from a woman like we were!
But I still feel the shame to be a man!

To know more on this:

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2075435/Husband-chops-wifes-fingers-stop-studying-degree.html 

mercoledì 14 dicembre 2011

Prologue to The Poem of Creation




I sing  the God Almighty’s  Creation
Wherein  were firstly born Adam and Eve
Chosen  seed of any human Nation
By the timeful  they could only   conceive
 the joyfulness with no desperation
In the Eden still so far to misgive
The outcome of serpent’s   deceiveness
Which will take them off    every pureness !

I also sing  about the valiant braves,
descending  straight from the elected race,
who  such in courageous   and daring ways
     Isr’eli  people to holy surface
  They lead of  Palestine. Betray’ls, hates, loves,
     I don't omit, on fortune and disgrace:
  those between God and men, tribes and kingdoms ;
  and laws, wars, exiles I sing in my  songs.

Arduous   so much however it ‘s my part,
long and full of traps my composition,
That plenty of fear I feel into my heart,
  if I dare to see myself on action,
and tremble  with my head before I start
The Old and the New Holy Narration!
My Fairy God, Firmament’s Creator
Please make me such an able narrator!

From   Genesis’ to Apocalypse’s book
please drive my hand between rhymes and accents  
to enable it jointly with mind, to hook   
the most significant , deep sentiments
in order they can take a fairly look   
of  those seventy three, pious components!
If someone goes to Source for sweet tasting
  surely my efforts I won’t be wasting!

sabato 10 dicembre 2011

After St John 6, 51-58


Quatrains ABAB

“ I’m the living bread from heaven
If anyone eats of this bread
He’ll live for ever and ever.
This bread is my flesh which instead

I’ll give for the life of the world”
Then the Jews began to argue
Sharply among themselves: “ How could
This man give us his flesh to eat?”

The Son of Man told: “ I’ tell you
The truth, unless you eat Jesus’s
Flesh and drink His blood, you have no
Life in yourself. Whoever eats

My flesh and drinks  my blood he has
Eternal life and I will raise
Him up at the last day. Because
My flesh is real food and my blood’s

Real drink. Whoever eats my flesh
And drinks my blood remains in me
And I in him. Just as the fresh
Father sent me I’m living

Because of the Father, so those
Who feed on me will live grace for
Of me. This is the bread not close
To that manna eaten by your

Forefathers whose life did render
This bread came down from heaven and
Who feeds it will live for ever
Each pity through It being emend!

giovedì 1 dicembre 2011