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| Mother Mariam Zacca. |
My soul is in the tomb,
whereby You reside, so how could it die?!
And how do I die, if Your
hand touched me and You live in me.?!. Your body and blood enter my insides
every time they are offered at the altar, a secret sacrifice of love!
You resurrected, my God!.
Death did not conquer You! The soldiers were only able to hurt Your earthly
body with wounds!. However, You went down to the tomb and resurrected wearing
the clothes of glory, which is why Mary was not able to recognize You!
She came to You with myrrh,
to embalm You, to embalm the corruption of the flesh, so You became like the
myrrh flowing down on her head and heart.! …
Along came the women to Your
tomb, to untie what tied Your arms and legs, so You tied them with Your voice
and the light of Your face saying: “Go and declare the Resurrection”.. You said
to Mary: “I’m Resurrected, o Mary, so don’t be afraid anymore!”.. and Mary got
afraid!
And I am afraid too, O my
Lord, I’m afraid.!...
In our weak flesh, in our
attachment and love for You, we are afraid because You left us, and the world
despises us!..
Father, we became like dirt,
it is how the devil threatens us!…
He strives to rip us from our place, from waiting
You, from bringing myrrh to Your tomb, from our tears, from our love for You!..
But, we will wait for You!..
Yes, every day, we wait for You in the tomb, and what’s beyond the tomb!..
Father…under the cross, in
the garden of Gethsemane!.. The women were not present there, initially, but
they were in their houses, waiting for Your call, waiting for a sign from You,
waiting for You to summon them!..
They were embalming
themselves to welcome the Groom, instead of pouring the myrrh of their tears on
their bodies, cleansing and preparing themselves for You!..
What can we offer You, o
Lord.?!. Only tears of love, and the presence with You, because we love You?!..
Please, prevent us from wars
O Lord, hide us in the shadow of Your wings, and give us Your peace, and grant
us Your fortitude!!. Settle our life in your home, your monastery!
Nail us on the Cross of your love, on praising Your
name, on calling You! For there, on the cross of Your love, Your Resurrection
emerges, so fix us on the cross, and in the resurrection, o Lord, since it is
the joy with You, it’s the repose in You, it’s the feeling of peace, and that
we arrived to the end of the journey…
Now, we will never stumble, now, we are firm, and we
won’t fear wars anymore, and the enemy will not conquer us!!.
Forgive us, O Lord, and secure us more and more on
Your love cross, so we witness Your Resurrection in us as joy, peace, and love
for You and only You!..
… And mercy for everyone who needs You!!..
Reference:
Translated from Arabic. Original article here.