THE PSALM OF THE MISERABLE

the real meaning of the cross in your life

In the middle of the darkness, I am despondently sobbing,

Begging, vociferating because of enormous suffering.

Nobody accompanies me except my own shadow,

Not even one to share my yokes that constantly grow and grow.

My current situation is certainly miserable,

Betrayed by the world, like withering tree in fall,

I am only a poor slave before the eyes of the earth,

I do not have imposing value and what you call intrinsic worth.

Now, my eyes are swelling from incessant crying,

My heart is constricting and it is somewhat thinning.

To the outer space, my soul wants to fly freely,

I cannot bear the load anymore, which is truly heavy.

Why is it that there is torment in our society?

Can’t it be possible to be always happy?

Why is it that there are tears because of infernal bitterness?

Can’t it be possible to have perpetual smile of sweetness?

Why is it that in our life, surprisingly there are more thorns,

Than the leaps of delight and cheer of blowing horns?

Why is it that there are more decrepit and winding terrains,

Than harmless and tranquil roads, free from vacillations and pain?

My mind is now exhausted from profound contemplation

Of this gamut of vicissitudes, peeping without caution,

Why things are like this? Why things are like that?

Can’t they be just like this? Can’t they be just like that?

From the ultimate depth of my firm observance,

Rain pours, kisses me, and flings on me perfidious glance.

It yanks me ruthlessly to the lake of my sorrow,

But I struggle hard since I yearn to witness tomorrow.

The coldness permeates the deepest part of my bone,

I dream of someone to embrace me, however, I am alone.

Earnestly, I strive to fight in order to survive from drowning,

Yet, nobody’s here to reach his hand for me to cling.

I am adjacent to the jaws of misfortune,

Death is waiting to engulf me, inducing down emotion.

But, I recall of someone else whom I can surely depend on,

“Jesus Christ the Son of God”, celestial gift of true salvation.

The world becomes effulgent as I see him approaching down,

Then He takes my weary hand and casts away its frown.

He carries me so tenderly and tightly wraps me with his arms,

Wipes out my tears, touches my face, and brings out again its previous charms.

He gently smiles, kisses my forehead, and leaves there a mark of care,

Then He declares that in my heart, forevermore He will be there.

He guarantees devotedly to protect me from day to day,

To extend His palm in every time I need Him to clear my way.

He will not change until the end because His love is pure,

Just open the door of your cold heart, and He will come for sure.

That’s why He willingly accepted to die on the cross with agony,

Because, all He fervently wanted was to redeem us from misery.

His “sacred heart” eternally burns genuine flame of compassion,

Its luster indefatigably enlivens every generation.

His words confer enlightenment season after season,

That all consequences we meet have a divine reason.

The carrying of our own cross is just a humble manner,

To reinforce our fading faith, and to revive its radiance brighter,

This will mend all forms of wound that always bring grueling pain,

And this will direct to acme of felicity’s grandiose gain.

Reviews

this is strong. passionate, vibrant and detailed, you've clearly put alot of time and thought into this and it has turned out wonderfully- well done! x

[Emily B]

There is worth in every living human being. You are amazing!

[Constance]

Another gem. I need to befriend you to make sure I don't miss any of your poems. :)