My beloved, my beloved
What state are you in?
He who sees you, for you would cry
You are the one and only sacrifice
My beloved,
What blame have the nations put upon you?
They melted you with wounds,
To which no healing would do
When in the dark orchard at night
The God Creater kneeled and prayed
Life was praying with the One
Who gave life hope and prayer
The olive trees are crying
As the lips of men quiver
My beloved how will you go?
Has loyalty gone forever?
My beloved, my beloved
What state are you in?
He who sees you, for you would cry
You are the one and only sacrifice
4 comments:
Thank you for posting. It is so beautiful and moving.
Beautiful. A tragedy that, amid today's geopolitical machinations, this culture is being crushed underfoot.
That's fantastic! Vox, where did you find it?
Gorgeous and sublime. Just the thing for Holy Saturday mrning, thank you.
At first I thought it was the voice of the Blessed Mother herself. Such chant by the men lends the Aramaic Liturgy its great force and mystery. If your in the Northeast, you can attend one in the course of seeing the roving relics of the great saint and thaumaturgus St Charbel, which will be in Tarrytown on Hudson (Immaculate Conception Church in Sleepy Hollow) north of New York City next week.
Sursum Corda!
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