Sonnets to Jesus

"We are all meant to be mothers of God, for God is always needing to be born"

Meister Eckhart It's not only me who needs of God It's God who needs of me The pilgrim of this generation Who intercedes for our joy in Christ For prophets are not mere speakers of God's will They are the living creatures of this word Men and women who suffering all will never suffer The fierce enemies of anger and revenge For the Universe an unfinished project is Incarnated in each flower and each child And you, the Lamb who gave his life for our joy

And received God’s infinite love in return The protector that inspires these days Light that educated me out of your Church To mediate between heaven and earth To understand the foibles of my day XXIII. In the freedom that we were My palms decided to take on you Without heralds nations came onto my feet I paint in clouds scepters of our covenant And to the borders of the earth you brought me I saw the sun piercing the sky by your command Celebrating the journey that I was Maple trees sweetly cried upon my leave For I am not the sole spectator of this dream I have with me all those whom I speak Children able to understand belief Suffering is but an offering to you By giving love without receiving in return You planted flowers in the garden of my chest I deliver them in the eternity of each day To the newborn in their impatient claim XXIV. As insects are our vampires and fairies Our relatives, friends and beloved ones Appear as demons or angels to our days Entities for which we love or suffer Ambition, vanity, betrayal and deceit The shortcuts of a glory that agnostics praise As the youngest fishes of a pond That bite the hook and are thrown into despair For all matter is as fragile as the air This feeling and this thought the eternity within Ere you blessed the pure of heart Merely to love enemies and friends With a patience that goes beyond endurance Until when? We uttered on the steps of Montmartre Until one day after your death, And the universe will bend XXV. And I, the actor who improvises this play In the role of the victim of the unfair Have received your solace and embrace And an eye the pierces the intentions of my foes With inhuman smiles they feign happiness With medicaments that their psychiatrists prescribe From a tormented house to a nursing home They're slaves of the repetitive pleasures of the day But in my perseverance I have seen the eternal light, the ecstasy of joy The marriage between faith and reason in the hope Of your bosom, gem that in love and justice shines It was in a circus on the shores of Montreal That I also saw the wise man commanding demons Outsmarting their frenzy and his temptation Before an angel took him up into his arms XXVI. I have been captivated by your sacrifice And in my solitude I offer what I used to be And what I wanted to be to your absent feet Just letting be, buying pomegranates And though as all men and women I also suffer the ambitions of a day I survive by your promises and hope Balsam that cures us from all sin For fate is yours, King that commands the light Advocate of those who praying receive hate Shield of hearts who breathing are despoiled Healer of a universe that claims to rule on us And every dawn and sunset I shall thank you My lips trembling at the awe-inspiring passion That granted peace of mind to us, your creatures In the everlasting clouds that surround us XXVII. As Eve, as Cain, as Judas and Napoleon I was also educated in the belief That we were the makers of our own fate The source of all selfishness or crime I have read philosophers insulting your creation I have heard playwrights kneeling before murder Insane politicians that promised happiness To journalists with no regard for love I have preached to wandering youngsters Educated in whimsical desires Supported by their forsaken mothers I have made penitence for their fate For I have made wonders in your name Over this red desert I revive your faith Pouring water on the sea By the intercession of Saint Xavier XXVIII. I'd rather see that the world is just a toy An immense planet in which children play Villains’ trials, sleepless nights The grief of a lost love and a betrayal I'd rather see that the world is just a toy And we, pieces on a chessboard At the care of the most skillful players Unable to rebel without surveillance I'd rather see that the world is just a toy Of gods who can discern the nature of the game And of those unwilling to understand its rules Some moved by will, others by deceit I'd rather see that the world is just a toy Of babies who happily understand the challenge And who in their eagerness for adulthood Forget the first instructions of the play XXIX. True, the sun may die tomorrow We may lose a relative, a dear friend Walkers exposed to sickness and decay And yet, don't you have this sunny day? Look at you, secure or fragile The seed of all the joy you need And impart blessings with no fear Just asking, how often shall I thank you? You move the mountains and the seas I've seen men praising you with fireworks Victories sprang out from your word If ere famous, today the prayer of the wise I have seen serpents immobilized by your command I have survived many a chariot's fall For you bless and protect those who remember you Those who praised you for whatever life may give them

Chennai, Atlanta, Ottawa, Montreal, Saint Vincent's Abbey, 2012