Spiritual Reflection Poetry

Kriz

"It will soon be twenty years since I received first prize at the Josip Ozimec Spiritual Reflection Recital in Marija Bistrica for the poem, “Jesus at the Crossroads.” This year, the Recital is being held for the 22nd time. 2001, yes, that long ago, will forever be etched in my memory. It was the last time the greatest Croatian poet, Vesna Parun, was at the Recital in Marija Bistrica and it was the last time she shared her experiences of those simple and short Kajkavian poems. However, according to her, they were much more than simple, they were actually vitally important (and I agree). I actually participated in the Recital twice and I received a prize for my second poem as well. Why did I only participate twice? The answer is simple. Spiritual Reflection lyrics are difficult to write. Indeed, they are the hardest to compose. They reach into the most intimate part of a human being - the soul ... the spirit ... the very essence of who we are. One needs to find the right words, the right images, for them to be honest; free from banality; not to be just a string of stereotypes; to be in some way humble in their simplicity. Spiritual poetry needs to be inspired. It must be sublime but also reflect a certain meekness. Maybe the poems should be puzzling too. I often use motifs of Jesus and God in Kajkavian poetry, but this poetry is not of a spiritual nature. It belongs to the modern corpus because I use Jesus as a symbol of eternity; a symbol of hope for a better future; as catharsis; as the opposite of everything earthly. It represents purification from evil, anxiety and the stresses of modern man. I never try to reduce it to gingerbread-fair poetry. The style does not deserve it." -said the author Tomislav Ribić.

 

Tomislav Ribić

JESUS ​​AT THE CROSS
 
Iron horses plowed
Deep by the lake
Through the fog they see the boat
The drowned soul seeks peace
Her eyes closed
Carved into the skull
Through arcs of water They see the upper world
Green clouds
And the wind howls
Her dress lifted, floating in the wind
Butterflies on her chest
 
Jesus at the Cross
 
LAPIS INFERNALIS (Hell Stone)
 
Oh Jesus Oh Jesus Where are you my Jesus?
Oh loving One Oh happiness
Around me is mess
The harbour’s black angels
They long since have sailed
Killed by love’s harpoons
Which are tired and have failed
There is no air here
Power there is none
Not even a dog walks where
There is no sun
Oh Jesus Oh Jesus Where are you my Jesus?
Give me strength give me strength
As my headless body walks this road’s length
The armour rusted so black and so bleak
In a sip of a black bird by his dark beak
Oh Jesus Oh Jesus Where are you my Jesus?
Oh loving One Oh happiness
Misfortune around me and yes
My ears hear a hundred voices
A hundred crazy thoughts in my head
The demons they crept up
Gnashing their teeth of death
Clear thoughts threatened
Words hard as stone and metal
Every voice of the thorns
Stabbed Your brain
Your heart sighed
Too soon ended Your reign
Oh Jesus Oh Jesus Where are you my Jesus?
Oh loving One Oh happiness
Around me is mess
The harbour’s black angels
They long since have sailed
Human thought is frowning
The soul it is drowning
There is no air here
Power it is gone
There is no sun here
A thief there is none
 
Translated by: Jane H Dean

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