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A Valentines Poem from me to each of you.


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11 minutes ago, Zealot said:

Love can turn a horror into hope; beauty for ashes. 

That’s actually something I’ve thought deeply about over the years. 

I wear these, as symbols of my faith and my heritage:

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A Roman crucifixion was one of the worst ways in history to be executed. A cross then should promote the same  images of horror as the wheel, the noose, boiling oil, etc... and actually, it does.

But also, by the One I believe in, it became transmuted, in essence, into a symbol of hope, propitiation, sacrifice and love.

I never forget the atrocity. No, the nails, the whip, the cross, the thorns; they are stark reminders of the horror. But the life freely given is far more powerful than the instrument of death.

Mercy from judgement, life from death. Beauty for ashes. 

I cannot speak to St Valentine. But I can say, that in my death I’d prefer to be remembered for something beautiful. 

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2 minutes ago, Zealot said:

That’s actually something I’ve thought deeply about over the years. 

I wear these, as symbols of my faith and my heritage:

17B03802-B543-4BEC-B0C8-895FA45593E2.jpeg.81bb65b5b3ebdb8841a5ae22e09bbf9a.jpeg

 

A Roman crucifixion was one of the worst ways in history to be executed. A cross then should promote the same  images of horror as the wheel, the noose, boiling oil, etc... and actually, it does.

But also, by the One I believe in, it became transmuted, in essence, into a symbol of hope, propitiation, sacrifice and love.

I never forget the atrocity. No, the nails, the whip, the cross, the thorns; they are stark reminders of the horror. But the life freely given is far more powerful than the instrument of death.

Mercy from judgement, life from death. Beauty for ashes. 

I cannot speak to St Valentine. But I can say, that in my death I’d prefer to be remembered for something beautiful. 

Peace like a river… 

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2 hours ago, jsharrwick said:

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I was beaten with clubs
How about you?
I was beheaded and buried
I think that they hurried
It was under cover of darkness
Not sure why they worried.
Dug up by my posse
Made into a martyr
You now celebrate me
With chocolate you bought her.
 

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