Aramaic to Modern English Translation
Dear Father,
When you told me to take this body, I did not know what you had meant. It was something that I really had not conceived of before. To step inside of one of your children is something that only a clear conscience could bare.
The sensation is just as amazing as it is frightening. Fear is something that I am really not used to. Not this kind of fear. The fear of dying. Not existing. It was all incomprehencable to me until these moments.
The sadness. It has been something I have always felt, but never like this. This sadness, it is like a stone, heavy in my chest. When it lifts, the relief is liberating. Liberation is something unique which I have never experienced until now. It comes and goes with the sadness. It comes after I see her smile.
Her presence. It fills me with a warmth. A tranquil serenity and a feather's tickle in my chest where the stone once layed. Her eyes break the sadness with hope. Hope that one day I may be her own. Hope of appeasing this new kind of love that is invading my heart now. A love odd to me. A love as opposite as it is similar to the love that has always filled me. I have never experienced such a love as this my father. I can only thank you for this opportunity with great gratitude.
Your Son,
Jesus of Nazareth
Dear Father,
When you told me to take this body, I did not know what you had meant. It was something that I really had not conceived of before. To step inside of one of your children is something that only a clear conscience could bare.
The sensation is just as amazing as it is frightening. Fear is something that I am really not used to. Not this kind of fear. The fear of dying. Not existing. It was all incomprehencable to me until these moments.
The sadness. It has been something I have always felt, but never like this. This sadness, it is like a stone, heavy in my chest. When it lifts, the relief is liberating. Liberation is something unique which I have never experienced until now. It comes and goes with the sadness. It comes after I see her smile.
Her presence. It fills me with a warmth. A tranquil serenity and a feather's tickle in my chest where the stone once layed. Her eyes break the sadness with hope. Hope that one day I may be her own. Hope of appeasing this new kind of love that is invading my heart now. A love odd to me. A love as opposite as it is similar to the love that has always filled me. I have never experienced such a love as this my father. I can only thank you for this opportunity with great gratitude.
Your Son,
Jesus of Nazareth
