Three Simons In Mark's Passion Narrative

Three Simons star in our Holy Writ,
The first one was a wealthy Pharisee,
Who did with Jesus at a banquet sit.
Who’d suffered in the past of leprosy.

As host of Jesus at a sumptuous meal,
He was disturbed much when the woman neared,-
A man like him of stern religious zeal
Disliked the scene, while his invited sneered.



Before the Lord the woman had found grace,
He took for His anointment her fine nard,
And suffered her with tears his feet to bathe,
While in His loving gaze shone her reward.*

The High-Priestess ordained the King High-Priest,
Prepared Him for His spiritual duties now,
Sing of the two, bards, hymnist rhapsodist!
How love, reciprocated, spread its glow.

No towel would she use, her auburn hair
Would dry and rub the royal High-Priest's feet,
And with devotion’s ardor Him prepare
As Sacrifice His destiny to meet.

Rebuked for squandering and wastefulness
The High Priest did defend the High-Priestess:
”Her deed will keep alive her memory.
As a memorial of love’s largesse”.



The second Simon – Peter – was advised
That ere the cock crowed thrice he would deny
His friend, companion and master – Christ,
And disavow, disown him with a lie.

“I know Him not, I swear, - I know Him not,-
What grievous disavowal of a friend!
With whom he lived and daily walked and trod,
Through Galilee some pursuit to attend.

"I never knew this man from Galilee"!,
Thus Simon Peter 'mongst the riff-raff cried,
"I swear I never met him, - honestly"!-
And warmed himself close by the fire side.

"You are one of this man's disciples' band,
Your accent is of those from alilee.
They saw you walking with Him over land,
And in John's boat a-fishing on the sea.

Three times disciple "Rock" would disavow,
Abjure, deny the Master shamefully,
Before the cock crowed thrice he was brought low,
As foretold in the master’s prophesy. **



In step with the cock’s crowing and disclaim
The principles of honor overthrown,
The first disciple felt disgrace and shame,-
Lament and pity those that do disown.!



A crowd had gathered by this fire side,
And Simon Peter with the servants sat,
To warm himself - it was a chilly night,-
Oh many tears he later on would shed.



He met the Savior's eye when He walked by,
Bound, scorned, a captive of the viper brood,
And then repent and in great shame would cry,
Betrayed he had, and bitterly now rued.

He would be soon forgiven, cowardice
Moves boastful wind bags to disloyalty,
When blather turns into gross blatant lies,
With loss of honor and integrity.




The third Simon, called "Simon of Cyrene",
Who, heading toward home was stopped enroute,
Unwilling he, of temperament sanguine,
Was forced to help the capitive bear his rood.



He had been working hard since early dawn,
Attending to the fields, had tilled and ploughed,
Content to head for family and home,
Then cursed, - why did he have to take this route?

"Help the condemned barked the centurion!
He is too weak, for things to go as planned,
Stop ! - grab the cross beam fellow,- quick! come on!
Give the condemned a strong and helping hand!".

"Pull him up by the cincture if you willl,
And let him have a breather, but no more,
And then press on to the accursed hill,-
For peasants of your kind an irksome chore".

The cross with the Redeemer Simon shared,***
Up! forward! up the hill of Calvary,
While riff-raff, priests and henchmen insults aired,
He helped the Lord with intrepidity



"Oh never mind the gruff centurion,
We'r up now in no time - take courage friend!
Behold! you have a strong companion!
Hang in now, - easy - reach out for my hand!".

He'd done his job, and would be now dismissed,
To go his way, but had he realized
Or would he the abundant grace resist
For sharing, carrying the cross of Christ?

They reached the hill top and now Simon left,
Shook up with keen a sense of destiny,-
And questioned of sanguinity bereft,
Who was the man they nailed now to the tree?



Remember the three Simons here portrayed,
They play in Holy Week so great a role,
So very different of each his fate,
As is for all of us and every soul.



Mark's Passion Narrative is lean and taut,
It gets right to the core in pithyness;
He gleaned it from the Quelle (source) no doubt,-
Penned with deep love and great conscienciousness.

*Mark14-3
**Mark 14-27
***Mark 15-21

© Elizabeth Dandy

Three Simons of Mark's Passion Narrative Contributed by Elizabeth_Dandy on Wednesday, 12th April 2006 @ 01:21:15 PM in AEST Topic: ChristianPoetry Three Simons In Mark's Passion Narrative Three Simons star in our Holy Writ, The first one was a wealthy Pharisee, Who did with Jesus at a banquet sit. Who’d suffered in the past of leprosy. As host of Jesus at a sumptuous meal, He was disturbed much when the woman neared,- A man like him of stern religious zeal Disliked the scene, while his invited sneered. Before the Lord the woman had found grace, He took for His anointment her fine nard, And suffered her with tears his feet to bathe, While in His loving gaze shone her reward.* The High-Priestess ordained the King High-Priest, Prepared Him for His spiritual duties now, Sing of the two, bards, hymnist rhapsodist! How love, reciprocated, spread its glow. No towel would she use, her auburn hair Would dry and rub the royal High-Priest's feet, And with devotion’s ardor Him prepare As Sacrifice His destiny to meet. Rebuked for squandering and wastefulness The High Priest did defend the High-Priestess: ”Her deed will keep alive her memory. As a memorial of love’s largesse”. The second Simon – Peter – was advised That ere the cock crowed thrice he would deny His friend, companion and master – Christ, And disavow, disown him with a lie. “I know Him not, I swear, - I know Him not,- What grievous disavowal of a friend! With whom he lived and daily walked and trod, Through Galilee some pursuit to attend. "I never knew this man from Galilee"!, Thus Simon Peter 'mongst the riff-raff cried, "I swear I never met him, - honestly"!- And warmed himself close by the fire side. "You are one of this man's disciples' band, Your accent is of those from alilee. They saw you walking with Him over land, And in John's boat a-fishing on the sea. Three times disciple "Rock" would disavow, Abjure, deny the Master shamefully, Before the cock crowed thrice he was brought low, As foretold in the master’s prophesy. ** In step with the cock’s crowing and disclaim The principles of honor overthrown, The first disciple felt disgrace and shame,- Lament and pity those that do disown.! A crowd had gathered by this fire side, And Simon Peter with the servants sat, To warm himself - it was a chilly night,- Oh many tears he later on would shed. He met the Savior's eye when He walked by, Bound, scorned, a captive of the viper brood, And then repent and in great shame would cry, Betrayed he had, and bitterly now rued. He would be soon forgiven, cowardice Moves boastful wind bags to disloyalty, When blather turns into gross blatant lies, With loss of honor and integrity. The third Simon, called "Simon of Cyrene", Who, heading toward home was stopped enroute, Unwilling he, of temperament sanguine, Was forced to help the capitive bear his rood. He had been working hard since early dawn, Attending to the fields, had tilled and ploughed, Content to head for family and home, Then cursed, - why did he have to take this route? "Help the condemned barked the centurion! He is too weak, for things to go as planned, Stop ! - grab the cross beam fellow,- quick! come on! Give the condemned a strong and helping hand!". "Pull him up by the cincture if you willl, And let him have a breather, but no more, And then press on to the accursed hill,- For peasants of your kind an irksome chore". The cross with the Redeemer Simon shared,*** Up! forward! up the hill of Calvary, While riff-raff, priests and henchmen insults aired, He helped the Lord with intrepidity "Oh never mind the gruff centurion, We'r up now in no time - take courage friend! Behold! you have a strong companion! Hang in now, - easy - reach out for my hand!". He'd done his job, and would be now dismissed, To go his way, but had he realized Or would he the abundant grace resist For sharing, carrying the cross of Christ? They reached the hill top and now Simon left, Shook up with keen a sense of destiny,- And questioned of sanguinity bereft, Who was the man they nailed now to the tree? Remember the three Simons here portrayed, They play in Holy Week so great a role, So very different of each his fate, As is for all of us and every soul. Mark's Passion Narrative is lean and taut, It gets right to the core in pithyness; He gleaned it from the Quelle (source) no doubt,- Penned with deep love and great conscienciousness. *Mark14-3 **Mark 14-27 ***Mark 15-21 © Elizabeth Dandy Copyright © Elizabeth_Dandy ... [ 2006-04-12 13:21:15] (Date/Time posted on site) Advertisments: Previous Posted Poem         | |         Next Posted Poem