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ECCE HOMO - BEHOLD THE MAN
Contributed by
Elizabeth_Dandy
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Saturday, 3rd April 2004 @ 11:37:13 AM in AEST
Topic:
spiritual
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I had a dream some time ago, during the lententide That almost broke my heart in two with sorrow, grief and fright. I dreamed: I went to early Mass, without concern nor care But instead of priest and altar boys, our Lord Himself stood there.
With fear and sorrow then I saw my Lord, my highest good, Surrounded by a vicious throng, and covered with bruises and blood. On a platform's right He silently stood, in butt of derision and spite The assembled mob poked fun at Him, and jeered in depraved delight.
To the platform's left some henchmen stood with truncheons, scourges and whips Callous, unwrung by pain and blood, foul insults on their lips. Below the platform was a throng, clenching their fists with scorn Egging the brutal soldiers on to weave a crown of thorn.
With infinite patience He bore it all, in silent sorrow and pain While below, the agitated crowd voiced hatred and disdain. His garment was of seamless weft, His body strong, but lean His mother's hands, loving and deft, knew well how to weave and spin.
Dark hair framed His expressive face, of ebony color His skin But His eyes, such wondrous haunting eyes I never yet have seen. His gaze so asad and sorrow-filled, of one that oversees All human sorrow, crime and guilt across all distances.
No artist's brush, nor finest lense, could hold these eyes like the sun With a glint of renounced omnipotence and forsaken morion. I cried to Him: "My Lord! - my Lord!" - but Omnipotence begged me Begged,- for a sign, a consoling word of love and sympathy.
And love, compassion, grief and pain went through my soul like a dart But words to tell are futile and vain,- it almost broke my heart.
Maria Magdalena Doppelmayr (Tanslated from German Original by daughter Elizabeth Dandy)

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Es hat in meinem Leben in einer stillen Nacht Ein Traum von meinem Heiland, mir tiefen Sinn gebracht. Es traeumte mir: ich wollte zur heiligen Messe gehn, Anstatt des Messbeginnen's sah ich den Heiland sehn.
Erschreckt sah ich mit Graemen den Herrn, mein hoechstes Gut, Er wurde hingetrieben, voll Spott und blinder Wut. Aus handgewebtem Leinen trug Er ein weiss Gewand, Mit bitt'rer Leidensmiene er auf der Plattform stand.
Er war verklagt, gefangen, und stand zur rechten Seit' Und links am Tisch die Schergen zur Missetat bereit. Darunter stand gedraenget ein Volk, von Hass erfuellt, Die dichtgedraengte Meute gebaerdete sich wild.
Der Herr sah stumm und traurig, voll Schmerz und voll Geduld, Als saeh Er aller Welten und Erden-Suendenschuld. Umrahmt von dunklen Haaren war Sein blass' Angesicht Und die Gestalt war stattlich, doch einfach und so schlicht.
Die dunklen Augen blickten verlassen, angsterfuellt, Solch' Augen sah ich niemals auf eines Maler's Bild. O! dieses heilige Antlitz durchflutete mein Sein, Es zog der Blick der Allmacht mich in Sein Leid hinein.
Den ausdrucksvollen Augen voll namenlosem Weh, Entstroemte eine Klage, die nimmer ich ver steh. Er sah mich an so flehend, was sollte dies nur sein? Ich werd' es nie vergessen, o Gott und Heiland mein.
Zu karg sind Menschenworte,-- dies' edlen Antlitz' Schmerz, Gepaart mit Lieb' und Trauer, durchbohrte fast mein Herz.
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Elizabeth_Dandy
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Re: ECCE HOMO - BEHOLD THE MAN
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Saturday, 3rd April 2004 @ 03:39:18 PM AEST (User
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This is heartwrenching and beautiful. What he endured for us is vivid in my mind. His love is our saving grace. Magnificent piece.
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