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Commentary by Ivan M. Granger
Symeon doesn't urge us to merely worship or love the Beloved (Christ within the Christian tradition) from a distance. We melt into the Divine, become one with the Divine, share the same body.
I move my hand, and wonderfully
my hand becomes Christ, becomes all of Him
Some of these lines remind me of the poem attributed to Teresa of Avila, You Are Christ's Hands with it's lines-- "Christ has no body now on earth but yours, / no hands but yours..."
This poem by Symeon is one I just want to drink in -- it feels so deeply healing and generous to the soul.
and everything that is hurt, everything
that seemed to us dark, harsh, shameful,
maimed, ugly, irreparably
damaged, is in Him transformed
and recognized as whole, as lovely,
and radiant in His light
he awakens as the Beloved
in every last part of our body.
Have a wonderful weekend!
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