Thursday, February 24, 2011

I cobbled their boots


How could I love my fellow men who tortured me?
One night I was dragged into a room 
and beaten near death with
their shoes
striking me hundreds of times
in the face, scarring me 
I cried out for God to help, until I fainted.
That night in a dream, in a dream more real than this world.
a strap from the Christ's sandal
fell from my bleeding
and I looked at Him and He 
was weeping, and
"I cobbled their boots;
how sorry 
I am.
What moves all things
is God."

~ St John of the Cross
from Love poems of God,
Twelve sacred voices from the East and West