From Evaristus, Bishop in great Rome,
this missive is dispatched. Holy Brethren:
we bring news of great sorrow (yet great joy
in Heaven), Elder John, the last of Christ's
Apostles has died outside Ephesus
(a city full of superstition in
which Faith in Christ's Gospel is thriving well,
since first preached there by venerable Paul,
on whose thirteen epistles we composed
our student treatise after he had been
martyred by Nero, that most damnable
heinous monster of foul memory).
Friends of ours witnessed John's peaceful repose.
Until his last breath, he---repeatedly---
reminded all to love one another, [ 1 John 4:7]
for Love is God's nature; and, in His Son,
has been embodied and was crucified
(by envious, and apathetic, men)
and resurrected to secure for us
the blessing of Salvation's certainty
and its abundant generosity.
More come to Gospel Faith each given day
than have been taken in by heathen rites
or have been sent by them empty away. [Luke 1:53]
To you, most eminent Bishop, I send
attachments: John's Gospel, foremost, with three
epistles and his prophecy about
those things that Christ declared must come to pass [Revelation 1:1]
shortly, that His servants may be informed
nor taken by sudden surprise or fear.
That, too, is an example of Christ's Love,
for perfect Love (as Elder John often
declared to us during his Liturgies
each day) casts out fear from those who believe. [1 John 4:18]
Even during the vision Christ revealed
to John the most momentous events, He
said, "Fear not," words he had pronounced
more than once in the region, Galilee [Luke 5:10, 8:50, 12:7, 32]
as Luke's Gospel informs us splendidly.
We once met John whose gracious courtesy
was offered with sincere humility
and with a genuine and distinct joy
that vivified the words with which he put
the truths he wanted to convey to us.
And seeing this old man's eyes and his smile,
I thought about the adolescent boy
that he had been, just entering manhood;
long-haired; most of the time, shy; and barefoot, [Luke 9:54]
not more than thirteen years old when Christ called
him, with James, both sons of Zebedee, [Mark 1:19-20]
to leave their father's business, fishery,
and preach His Gospel as fishers of men.
As much as I know, brethren, John outlived
all others who had known our Lord, or walked
with Him during His earthly ministry,
or live somewhere within Rome's vast empire
during his years in this world (thirty-three
or so, as Luke's Gospel, the first book, tells). [Luke 3:23]
But fear not, little flock, as our Lord said, [Luke 12:32]
the passing of those who were earliest
to be led to the Faith cannot disrupt
the solid foundation upon which Christ
has built, and still constructs, His lasting Church,
which has for you assembled all of the
authentic words that Christ's first followers
wrote of, about, and through Him---as inspired,
directed and authenticated by
the Holy Ghost. This process was commenced
by Paul's friend, met in Rome, Onesimus
who once served as Bishop of Ephesus,
and gathered all Paul's writings he could find.
Through this primary effort, Christ designed
the canons of Sacred Scripture assembled and
authenticated by His Holy Church
to edify the Faithful and secure
knowledge of the Common Salvation to [Jude 3]
us, all our brethren and posterity,
that we might worship more devotedly,
and love our neighbors more efficiently.
Now, Brethren, we conclude and will dispatch
these words to you forthwith, attaching to
them our sincere Episcopal Blessing:
Grace be with you, and Peace, from Christ. Amen. [Galatians 1:3]
Starward
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This correspondence of
This correspondence of supreme importance was a bold idea because only the best presentation would do, and you triumphed!
Stately elegance, inspiring faith and an epic musicality led me gracefully down each line, or rather, the steps, of your gleaming poetic monument. You threaded Biblical concepts into the unique and fluid elegy like a pro with everything flowing powerfully, seamlessly.
I thought it was a wonderful, whimsical touch to take artistic licence and paint an endearingly angelic portrait of the young Saint John.
A testimony of faith and a great showcase for your inborn talent.
Thank you so much for
Thank you so much for visiting this poem, and for your kind comment. I am especially encounraged by your comment about the portrait from John's early days with Jesus. I sometimes wonder if he was not bullied for being perceived as "different," and this may have brought him to the very close friendship with Jesus. And he alone went into the high priest's house on that awful night preceding Good Friday, and also stood at the cross---the emblem and meas of the ultimate bullying. I had, last night while writing this, thought of the possibilities of at least one other poem about young John, and your words have encouraged me to proceed with a draft of that idea. Thank you so very, very much.
J-9th94