Through the eyes of Saint Rowley (poem) by Keith Rowley on AuthorsDen

Through the eyes of Saint Rowley
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Aleister Crowley once wrote that a great writer should be able to see the world as others see it – to see the Vatican as through the eyes of the pope for instance. With that in mind, I have penned this work in attempt to express the sorrow of a Christian saint as he views the world we have corrupted, and the faithlessness of those for whom Christ made His great sacrifice. I hope my Christian friends – indeed, all Christians on this site, enjoy it. This is my gift to you in your season of joy…Merry Christmas.
As I have loved you Through the fog of bloodied brow From wounded flesh upon the tree Flows the endless sea of love Flows the love of Christ for thee So frail the flesh, so pure the light That graced the world of man No darkness e’er can dim or blight Redemption at his hand Oh! Children of these withered lands Your sins nail Jesus to the tree The evil deeds done at your hands Undo His sacrifice for thee Whilst die the children for your greed Whilst suffer creatures small and great The wounds of Christ gape wide and bleed He pays the price of human hate So gentle was the holy child He ne’er his hand did raise in ire And yet his flock in fury wild Do kill and rape to sate desire We mock dear Jesus Christ, our Lord The love of God we shun With bombs and gas and knife and cord We glorify the gun But on this season of our Lord I pray thee to recall The plea made by the Son of Man Before He gave his all Love each other urged our Lord As I have e’er loved thee Live and die not by the sword In love come unto me

Reviewed by Sheila Roy

Reviewed on December 17, 2008

Fantastic, Keith! I feel as though most people are more tolerant of others at Christmas. I just wish that feeling would carry throughout the year. There is much wrong in this world, but there's also much to be grateful for. Thank you for this one:) Love and Hugs,
Sheila

Reviewed by JASMIN HORST SEILER

Reviewed on December 9, 2008

Absolutely powerful, and so bloody true, we keep on nailing him to the cross uninterupted, we keep on opening his wounds, but yet just like in his days, no one is listening, and the highpriests have taken the thirty Shekels of Silver. Eloquently said,
" Whilst die the children for your greed
Whilst suffer creatures small and great
The wounds of Christ gape wide and bleed
He pays the price,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,"

Not better have I heard it said, by any, nothing has changed in two thousand years, we keep on sticking it to him, while the easy part that religion revolves around, is to constantly ask for his forgiveness, on well padded benches and with genuflections, You are with your thoughts and reflections, and an incredible poetic liturgy, in your heart an honest and true Christian, to bad there are so few followers of his true spirit.
I wish you a most Merry Christmas and lots of his Love!Jasmin Horst

Reviewed by J'nia Fowler

" and yet while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us." John the apostle. Thank you for your eloquent gift Keith.
Blessings J'nia

Reviewed by Linda Law

I love the words...and know that He is the way.... thank you, lindalaw