How many time have I seen them together
Yet mostly near birth or just after death
Neglecting the hard passage through time
From infant Jesus to the cross is too quick
For my modern eye to see
And rarely caught the painter’s fancy
But holding the holy infant
Became back then the artist’s signature of belief
As holding the limp sacred body
Became the artist’s inscription of faith
This holy mother alone for centuries
Abandoned in hard times by Joseph
Or was it the other way around
Abandoned also by her only son
Or was it the other way around
Her son who finds the world to lose it
And is found again and mortally spurned
And found yet again to be so well remembered.
Global Justice in the 21st Century 
Absolutely divine! Beautiful poem.
Dear Richard,
Thank you for your beautiful poem.
I wish to respond with the words
of Thomas Traherne:
You never know the world aright
till the Sea floweth in your Veins,
till you are Clothed with the Heavens,
and Crowned with the Stars;
And perceive yourself to be
the sole Heir of the Whole World;
And more then so, because Men are in it
who are every one Sole Heirs, as well as you.
Till you are Intimately Acquainted with that Shady Nothing out of which this World was made;
Till your spirit filleth the whole World
and the Stars are your Jewels;
Till you love Men so as to Desire their Happiness
with a thirst equal to the zeal of your own.
Thomas Traherne 1636-1674
Yours in the Dharma,
Björn Lindgren
Vassmolösa
SWEDEN
moments of pure magnificence, where we perceive our lonely heart to be part of a collective soul, curiosly all of our joy comes from in contrast of all inevitable sadness…this is the paradox and the whole beauty of humanity