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Lenten dream of the rood

February 18, 2013

-for Julie, who reminded me of Lent.apoteka

tuzla cathedral


O I’ll leap up to my God! Who pulls me down?
See, see where Christ’s blood streams in the firmament!
One drop would save my soul, half a drop: ah my Christ—
Ah, rend not my heart for naming of my Christ;
Yet will I call on him—


Unless a grain of wheat falls to the earth and dies, it remains by itself alone; but if it dies, it bears much fruit.



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The hero is no longer Dives but Lazarus the beggar; not Mary Magdalene in the day of her beauty, but in the day of her repentance; not those who acquire wealth, but those who have abandoned it; not those who dwell in palaces, but those who dwell in catacombs and huts; not those who rule over others, but those who acknowledge no authority but God’s. And the greatest work of art is no longer a cathedral of victory with statues of conquerors, but the representation of a human soul so transformed by love that a man who is tormented and murdered yet pities and loves his persecutors. -L. Tolstoi
(and tnx to Fable art studio for photo advice)
8 Comments leave one →
  1. February 18, 2013 10:20 pm

    beautiful! love the reoccurring images of the cross. and, the end of the last quote… “human soul so transformed by love”.

  2. eldinsmille permalink
    February 19, 2013 12:36 pm


  3. Julie permalink
    February 19, 2013 4:57 pm

    Ah, Dream of the Rood! Remember when we talked about that poem after I read it in English 201? 🙂 Beautiful post… love the Tolstoy quote.

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