I always lose out Friday morning

Eternally, I hang between
Repentant thieves & broken dreams

I left religion at the start
I’m born within the human heart

I’m far and wide, yet seldom seen
I am the path that’s evergreen

Yet, here I hang in darkness deep
As all forsake the holy keep

& crucify the sacred One
The flame-of-love since time begun

They wash their hands, they turn their back!
As on I writhe, upon the rack

Where ever since, the world’s first dawning
I am betrayed on Friday morning

The saying was given on a Friday morning

I immediately knew it referred to Good Friday; when the Christ was tried, tortured & hung on a cross

 I understood that the Self was describing the way it experiences the constant rejection of humanity

Multitudes of people reject the possibility of uniting with the Self

 This is agonising for the Self

 The poem describes the Christ/Self eternally hanging on the cross of human rejection

 The Christ/Self ‘left religion at the start’

(The Christ/Self left ‘literal religion;’ with its rules, systems & institutions)

 ‘Literal religion’ may be a beginning place for some; it can point towards the Christ/Self, but it is not the ending place

The ending place is union with the Christ/Self

 ‘Repentant thieves:’ those who through struggle & suffering find their way to their inner Christ

 The Christ/Self is always born, ‘within the human heart’
(Never in a religious collective)

‘The holy keep:’ as in a ‘castle keep’

‘The holy keep’ is the final defence against invasive darkness; it is the sacred centre of the soul.

‘Flame-of-love:’ the Christ/Self

 ‘They wash their hands:’ a reference to Pontius Pilate’s refusal to act on behalf of the innocent Christ

 ‘As on I writhe upon the rack:’ for the Christ, the cross was an instrument of torture; it acted like a rack

 The poem is written in the voice of the Self




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