Monday, 31 January 2011

Oscar Wilde - a poem with resonance around the world today

I came across this poem (more prayer really) of Oscar Wilde's on an interesting blog Islam and Christianity
It conjures up many images of the murders and atrocities committed against Christians today......

On the Massacre of Christians in Bulgaria
by Oscar Wilde

Christ, dost Thou live indeed? or are Thy bones
Still straitened in their rock-hewn sepulchre?
And was Thy rising only dreamed by Her
Whose love of Thee for all her sin atones?
For here the air is horrid with men's groans,
The priests who call upon Thy name are slain,
Dost Thou not hear the bitter wail of pain
From those whose children lie upon the stones?
Come down, O Son of God! incestuous gloom
Curtains the land, and through the starless night
Over Thy Cross, a crescent moon I see!
If Thou in very truth didst burst the tomb
Come down, O Son of Man! and show Thy might,
Lest Mahomet be crowned instead of Thee!

1 comment:

  1. Incredible. In a way it really shows us that the struggles and fears and sadly all the violence and terror as well we experience today aren't new. Frightening none the less though. I really appreciate reading this today as I have never read it before. It really speaks to me.