Sieger Köder, Jesus is given his cross. I found it here
Well, yesterday I was at that concert: a meditation about Lent made by music and art images.
It was very moving. To cry. I did it.
While I was listening to the chorus, my fingers wrote this too much long stuff.
Empty church listens to you through verses
of the old and the new, moved by
looking at You: both love and dismay
Every niche resonates with songs
of supreme beauty and highest pain
Ineffable nevertheless obvious
Death and joy and salvation and sorrow
tightly encircle my heart and my mind
You fill my misery with your love
You are a gift to each and to all
and the scourge consumes you for my good.
Look: I offer you the crown of thorns
You see me and save me, me so little
flesh pervaded by evil and pride.
I am dry earth and you are mourning me
All world history does not end here
I do not end here, caught by my evil
And You colour my so pale poor face
Tell me: did I strike you just now, there?
on this day and in the years I saw
I hide myself and there: Eve, the snake
Give me water that gushes from bones
that the spear broke, outrageous, insolent.
I want to drink You, You are not offended
You resurrect all death into full beauty
senseless things are so changed to hope.
Come fast and take me, take me just now
A sigh tears off my mind where the life
came forever here, into the world
I’m a disgusting beast; You save me
The death silence now cries out hard pain
and denounces the crime of all times
“I am to decide, to will, to do”
Now I see: I am the way of the cross
and its substance; I condemn to death
in my heart You, my God, who saves me
My soul is seeking and needing salvation
while time quickly corrodes my flesh
I want to be born adult to love You
I recompose my face in your one
while the world fast corrodes my hope.
On my knees I adore You. On my knees
Empty heart listens to You through verses
of the old and the new and I’m moved.
I look at You, You love and dismay.
March, 25th 2023