Poem: Thou Art Beauty And I am Ugly

Poem: Thou Art Beauty And I am Ugly

By: Eric Gajewski

From the work, "Fortress of the Soul"

 Luke 2:16
And they came with haste; and they found Mary and Joseph, and the infant lying in the manger.

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Thou Art Beauty And I am Ugly

Arriving at Thy Manger alas! I kneelest before Thee

I come not wise

Awaiting upon thy grace

Face to face, we finally meet

A hearts keylock found in the inward gate

Once bound in Original sins prison, O’ Eve!

Pacing in the darkness in the corridors of self beneath

Approaching, O’ lovely Lady!

Eager to unlock with Her Son’s own Key

O’ fearful hearts! Retreat no more

Press onward children into His Heart’s Fire

I lift my eyes, as Thou erase my sighs

The old man dies, as Thy brightness swallows my inward cries

Thus, I now arise, for Thy Love, above all nature defies

And the stone before my heart is now released

On this new day; it is now Thee in me

For the cataracts over my inner eyes

Fade like the evening sun and Thy Presence revives

It gives this eagle the Vision to see clearly

I sin, Thou repair

Sitting in the hearts cold of winter, Thy Love descended

I come gift less to thy Mother’s Manger burdened with cares

Leaving with only Thee, for Thy Heart dared

I die, Thou live

Naked no more I am clothed in Hope

For wherest the self  seeks to take... thy Heart is ready to give

Thou broke Bread and I break thy Heart in sin

Ye wouldst kiss the feet of mere men and I give unto thee a Judas kiss...

Thou spread thy arms as an eagle and I spread self like a virus

Yea, only Mary can guide thee in this interior Fortress

Indeed, all these virtues are found in Her, an eagles nest

Thus we stay close and feed mystically from her breast

For only He can get us through this

To bring the soul to eternal bliss

Man, in and of himself, couldst never glory

And so I sit to write again under the cover of this advents scene

With arms spread in Faith and Hope ready to receive

Taking in the once stiff air which turns into thy gentle breeze

I confess no less...

That I am foolish and Thou art All Wise

It is this disease of self which impedes; it is in this dark man plots in greed

But it is thy Divine Infant Heart which frees

And until man is ready to let go of self for thy Heart’s Humility

Until man gives up all things and exchanges it for Thy Poverty

Man will never be able learn and absorb The Word

For Thou Art Beauty and I am Ugly….

For reflection:

Job 40:5
Clothe thyself with beauty, and set thyself up on high and be glorious, and put on goodly garments.

Psalms 20:6
His glory is great in thy salvation: glory and great beauty shalt thou lay upon him.

Psalms 25:8
I have loved, O Lord, the beauty of thy house; and the place where thy glory dwelleth.

Psalms 44:12
And the king shall greatly desire thy beauty; for he is the Lord thy God, and him they shall adore.

Psalms 49:2
Out of Sion the loveliness of his beauty.

Psalms 92:1
The Lord hath reigned, he is clothed with beauty: the Lord is clothed with strength, and hath girded himself. For he hath established the world which shall not be moved.

Psalms 95:6
Praise and beauty are before him: holiness and majesty in his sanctuary.

Psalms 103:1
For David himself. Bless the Lord, O my soul: O Lord my God, thou art exceedingly great. Thou hast put on praise and beauty