Thursday, May 28, 2020

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