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...for might - this is miracle. ...,In hearts will begin the flowing movement of God's Light - from prophetic poem about thr Slavic Pope ,written by Juliusz Slovacki (1809-1849)
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Juliusz Slowacki ( 1809-1849) Polish prophetic poet : " S LAVIC POPE " Among murmurs The Lord God tolls the Great Bell
Behold,for the Slavic Pope the Throne oppens.This one will not run away before the swords like that Italian.He courageously,like God will face the swords; For him the world is like dust.His face ,lit by the Sun ,Lamp for His servants. Behind him swelling numbers of tribes will …More
Juliusz Slowacki ( 1809-1849) Polish prophetic poet : " S LAVIC POPE " Among murmurs The Lord God tolls the Great Bell
Behold,for the Slavic Pope the Throne oppens.This one will not run away before the swords like that Italian.He courageously,like God will face the swords; For him the world is like dust.His face ,lit by the Sun ,Lamp for His servants. Behind him swelling numbers of tribes will follow Towards Light - where God is. When he prays and commands,Not only people ,If he commands - the sun will stand still,For MIGHT- this is miracle. He is already coming - new giver of the global powers. The blood in our veins will flow backwards at his words,In heats will begin the flowing movement of God's Light. What thought conceives through It will create,For might - it is the Ghost. And might we need to lift that God's world up...Behold,there comes a Slavic Pope, The brother of the people...Behold,already He pours balsams of the world into our bosoms. Army of Angels - with flowers is sweeping his Throne. He will give away love,like the mighty of today give away weapons.Sacramental power he will display taking the world in the palm of His hand. The Dove of The Word - will fly out as a Word,carrying the message away.The sweet tidings,that The Spirit already shines and receives His homage. The Heavens will open above him- from both sides, For he ascended the Throne and creates the world and the Throne.He,through nations united in brotherhood,having given the voice will cause,That the spirits will go into final battle To the pyre of sacrifice. The sacramental might of hundred nations will help him,so that the work of Spirit - will become visible before his funeral casket here. He will throw away all decay from the world.The vermin and the beasts, Bring in the healing - enkindle love and save the world. The interiors of the church he will sweep clean,Cleanse the entry hall.He will show God in creation of the world As bright as day." - translated from Polish original by alinagrace,March 14 th,2011
Behold,for the Slavic Pope the Throne oppens.This one will not run away before the swords like that Italian.He courageously,like God will face the swords; For him the world is like dust.His face ,lit by the Sun ,Lamp for His servants. Behind him swelling numbers of tribes will follow Towards Light - where God is. When he prays and commands,Not only people ,If he commands - the sun will stand still,For MIGHT- this is miracle. He is already coming - new giver of the global powers. The blood in our veins will flow backwards at his words,In heats will begin the flowing movement of God's Light. What thought conceives through It will create,For might - it is the Ghost. And might we need to lift that God's world up...Behold,there comes a Slavic Pope, The brother of the people...Behold,already He pours balsams of the world into our bosoms. Army of Angels - with flowers is sweeping his Throne. He will give away love,like the mighty of today give away weapons.Sacramental power he will display taking the world in the palm of His hand. The Dove of The Word - will fly out as a Word,carrying the message away.The sweet tidings,that The Spirit already shines and receives His homage. The Heavens will open above him- from both sides, For he ascended the Throne and creates the world and the Throne.He,through nations united in brotherhood,having given the voice will cause,That the spirits will go into final battle To the pyre of sacrifice. The sacramental might of hundred nations will help him,so that the work of Spirit - will become visible before his funeral casket here. He will throw away all decay from the world.The vermin and the beasts, Bring in the healing - enkindle love and save the world. The interiors of the church he will sweep clean,Cleanse the entry hall.He will show God in creation of the world As bright as day." - translated from Polish original by alinagrace,March 14 th,2011
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" People, My People - what have I done to you? Have I made you sad,or trespassed against you in anything? I liberated you from the power of pharao, and yet you had prepared a cross for My shoulders" - " Gorzkie zale" - " Bitter sorrows " Polish peasants speaking up for the One who can not speak for Himself...A Lent reflection
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Juliusz Slowacki ( 1809-1849) Polish prophetic poet : " Tak mi ,Boze ,dopomoz " - " So help me God " I dea of new faith unfolded As one spark had resurrected in me, Whole,ready to action and holy: So,not in vain,oh! not in vain That dream of death's bed had I tossed away, So help me, Christ ,Lord God! I am little,poor,but my heart can contain millions of people; They all will have me for armor - …More
Juliusz Slowacki ( 1809-1849) Polish prophetic poet : " Tak mi ,Boze ,dopomoz " - " So help me God " I dea of new faith unfolded As one spark had resurrected in me, Whole,ready to action and holy: So,not in vain,oh! not in vain That dream of death's bed had I tossed away, So help me, Christ ,Lord God! I am little,poor,but my heart can contain millions of people; They all will have me for armor - And in me they will have a red lightning,And in my happiness,a stepstool to their happiness; So help me,Christ,Lord God ! And for it I do and will have eternal peace. And I will be eternal - like those,who I will resurrect - And I will be mighty - as this which I will attain - And I will be glad - as those that I will comfort - And I will be created - as that which I will create. So help me Christ,Lord God! And altough I will hear the nagging voices,I do not care ,if they will rise up ,or grow silent...In the great hour of resurrection it is murmur of dead bones,heard at the cemeteries. Yet I will not become fearful by that group of dead bones,So help me,God ! I see only one open entrance And the way of The Ghost only as single gate... Holding my finger upwards I go with a warning: Who is alive- will follow me . Will follow - even tough entering he would walk on the sea...So help me,Christ,Lord God! " translated from Polish original by alinagrace
