Meditation by St. Symeon the New Theologian
We awaken in Christ’s body
as Christ awakens our bodies,
and my poor hand is Christ. He enters
my foot, and is infinitely me.
I move my hand, and wonderfully
My hand becomes Christ, becomes all of Him
(for God is indivisibly
Whole, seamless in His Godhood).
I move my foot, and at once
He appears in a flash of lightning.
Do my words seem blasphemous? __ Then
Open your heart to him,
We wake up inside Christ’s body
Where all our body, allover,
Every most hidden part of it,
Is realized in joy as Him,
And He makes us utterly real,
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.
We awaken as the Beloved
In every last part of our body.
(From Mystical Hope, Trusting in the Mercy of God, by Cynthia Bourgeault, p. xi-xii)
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