I Love How The Poet Refers To Jesus As "Hero, Brave Warrior"... The Language The Anglo-Saxons Would Have Been Used To Hearing... It's A Beautiful Poem...
For those of you like me that would like to read along..... Listen, I will describe the best of dreams which I dreamed in the middle of the night, when far and wide all men slept. It seemed that I saw a wonderous tree soaring into the air surrounded by light, the brightest of crosses. that emblem was entirely cased in gold. Beautiful jewels were strewn around its foot just as five studded the cross beam. All the angels of God, fair creations guarded it. That was no cross of the criminal but holy spirits and men on earth watched over it there. The whole glorious universe. Wonderous was the tree of victory, and I was stained by sin stricken by guilt. I saw this glorious tree joyfully gleaming adorned with garments decked in gold. The tree of the ruler was rightly adorned with rich stones. Yet through that gold I could see the agony once suffered by wretches. For it had bled down the righthand side. Then I was afflicted frightened at this sight; I saw that sign often change its clothing and hue, at times dewy with moisture, stained by flowing blood. At times adorned with treasure. Yet I lay there for a long while and gazed sadly at the savior’s cross. Until I heard it utter words, the finest of trees began to speak. I remember the morning a long time ago that I was felled at the edge of the forest and severed from my roots. Strong enemies seized me, bid me hold up their felons on high, made me a spectacle. Men shifted me on their shoulders and set me on a hill. Many enemies fastened me there I saw the lord of mankind hasten with such courage to climb upon me. I dared not bow or break there against my lords wish when I saw the surface of the earth tremble. I could have felled all my foes, yet I stood firm. Then the young warrior, God almighty stripped himself firm and unflinching he climbed upon the cross brave before many, to redeem mankind. I quivered when the hero clasped me, yet I dared not bow to the ground; fall to the earth I had to stand firm. A rood was I raised up. I bore aloft the mighty king, the lord of heaven. I dared not stoop. They drove dark nails into me, dire wounds are there to see the gaping gashes of malice. I dared not injure them. They insulted us both together, I was drenched in the blood that streamed from the man’s side after he set his spirit free. On that hill I endured many grievous trials. I saw the god of hosts stretched on the rack; darkness covered the corpse of the ruler with clouds his shining radiance. Shadows swept across the land dark shapes under the clouds. All creation wept; wailed for the death of the king. Christ was on the cross. Yet men hurried eagerly to the prince from afar. I witnessed all that too. I was oppressed with sorrow yet humbly bowed to the hands of men and willingly. There they lifted him from his heavy torment they took almighty God away. The warriors left me standing there stained with blood. Sorely was I wounded by the sharpness of spear shafts. They laid him down limb weary. They stood at the corpses head they beheld there the lord of heaven. And there he rested for awhile worn out after battle. And then they began to build a sepulcher, under his slayer’s eyes they carved it from the gleaming stone and laid therein the lord of victories. Then sorrowful at dusk they sang a dirge before they went, weary from their glorious prince. He rested in the grave alone, but we still stood there weeping blood long after the song of the warriors had soared to heaven. The corpse grew cold, the fair human house of the soul. Then our enemies began to fell us, that was a terrible fate. They buried us in a deep pit. But friends and followers of the lord found me there and girded me with gold and shimmering silver. Now my loved man, you have heard how I endured bitter anguish at the hands of evil men. Now the time has come when men far and wide in this world and all this bright creation bow before me, they pray to this sign. On me the son of God suffered for a time. Wherefore I now stand on high, glorious under heaven, and I can heal all those who stand in awe of me. Long ago I became the worst of tortures, hated by men, until I opened to them the true way of life. Lo the lord of heaven, the prince of glory honored me over any other tree, just as he, almighty God, for the sake of mankind honored Mary, his own mother, before all women in the world. Now I command you my loved man, to describe your vision to all men. Tell them with words this is the tree of glory on which the son of God suffered once for the many sins committed by mankind, and for Adam’s wickedness long ago. He sipped the drink of death. Yet the lord rose with his great strength to deliver man then he ascended into heaven. The lord himself almighty God, with his host of angels, will come to the middle world again, on doomsday to reckon with each man. Then he, who has the power of judgement will judge each man just as he deserves, for the way in which he lived this fleeting life. No one then will be unafraid as to what words the Lord will utter. Before the assembly he will ask where that man is who, in God’s name would undergo the pangs of death, just as he did formally upon the cross. Then men will be fearful and give scant thought to what they say to Christ. But no one need be numbered by fear who has carried the best of all signs in his breast. Each soul that has longings to live with the lord must search for a kingdom far beyond the frontiers of this world. Then I prayed to the cross; eager and lighthearted although I was alone with my own poor company. My soul longed for a journey; great yearnings always tugged at me. Now my hope in this life is that I can turn to that tree of victory alone and more often than any other man, and honor it fully. These longings master my heart and mind, and my help comes from Holy cross itself. I have not many friends of influence on earth they have journeyed on from the joys of this world to find the king of glory. They live in heaven with the high father, dwell in splendor. Now I look day by day for that time when the cross of the Lord which I once saw in a dream here on earth, will fetch me away from this fleeting life and lift me to the home of joy and happiness. Where the people of God are seated at the feast in eternal bliss and set me down where I may live with glory unending and share the joy of the saints. May the lord be a friend to me he who suffered once for the sins of men here on earth on the gallows tree. He has redeemed us he has given life to us and a home in heaven. Hope was renewed blessed and blissful for those who before suffered burning. On that journey the son was victorious strong and successful when he, almighty ruler, returned with a thronging host of spirits to God’s kingdom. To joy amongst the angels and all the saints who lived already in heaven and glory. Then their king, almighty God, entered his own country.
It probably is in a sense, but the point of this literature is not information but meditation, this is a poem/narrative it's deeply symbolic and is to be read slowly and carefully.
This is very good and the visuals are good and the modern translation is good -- You could shorten it perhaps and then chant it, with the same voice and clarity, but sing it out, accompanied by harp or strings -- the same voice bright and bold. A good 8 min sermon is here, sing it well, let us listen year by year. Byzantine age of Christ. God bless Durham Cathedral family and friends amen
Well dramatized recitation. We need to know more about Cuthbert's _Saxon_ minster at _'Dunholm'_ , the Norman cathedral had been built to bury... EDIT: I notice that the name within the feudal 'open-field system' itself is *syncretic* , blending Saxon and Danish naming conventions. Considering how *Cuthbert 'lured' the Pagan Vikings to Christian Lindisfarne* throught the wealth of pilgrims to his incorruptible corpse, one can assume that this is 'the direction, the cow went'...
Did you noticed they found it hard to relinquish their pagan beliefs still ,with the mention of the tree,the sacred tree of life, and reborn the mighty Oak. .its like with the Anglo-saxon or celtic cross with the round sun symbol atop...Christian is so entwined with paganism its un believable ,some say that Christianity is from it in origins..a mix of Celt/Norse/Anglo-saxon or Brythonic paganism..
I Love How The Poet Refers To Jesus As "Hero, Brave Warrior"... The Language The Anglo-Saxons Would Have Been Used To Hearing... It's A Beautiful Poem...
He absolutely was a Brave Warrior! We have been lied to, this story is the truth.
For those of you like me that would like to read along.....
Listen, I will describe the best of dreams which I dreamed in the middle of the night, when far and wide all men slept. It seemed that I saw a wonderous tree soaring into the air surrounded by light, the brightest of crosses. that emblem was entirely cased in gold. Beautiful jewels were strewn around its foot just as five studded the cross beam. All the angels of God, fair creations guarded it. That was no cross of the criminal but holy spirits and men on earth watched over it there. The whole glorious universe. Wonderous was the tree of victory, and I was stained by sin stricken by guilt. I saw this glorious tree joyfully gleaming adorned with garments decked in gold. The tree of the ruler was rightly adorned with rich stones. Yet through that gold I could see the agony once suffered by wretches. For it had bled down the righthand side. Then I was afflicted frightened at this sight; I saw that sign often change its clothing and hue, at times dewy with moisture, stained by flowing blood. At times adorned with treasure. Yet I lay there for a long while and gazed sadly at the savior’s cross. Until I heard it utter words, the finest of trees began to speak. I remember the morning a long time ago that I was felled at the edge of the forest and severed from my roots. Strong enemies seized me, bid me hold up their felons on high, made me a spectacle. Men shifted me on their shoulders and set me on a hill. Many enemies fastened me there I saw the lord of mankind hasten with such courage to climb upon me. I dared not bow or break there against my lords wish when I saw the surface of the earth tremble. I could have felled all my foes, yet I stood firm. Then the young warrior, God almighty stripped himself firm and unflinching he climbed upon the cross brave before many, to redeem mankind. I quivered when the hero clasped me, yet I dared not bow to the ground; fall to the earth I had to stand firm. A rood was I raised up. I bore aloft the mighty king, the lord of heaven. I dared not stoop. They drove dark nails into me, dire wounds are there to see the gaping gashes of malice. I dared not injure them. They insulted us both together, I was drenched in the blood that streamed from the man’s side after he set his spirit free. On that hill I endured many grievous trials. I saw the god of hosts stretched on the rack; darkness covered the corpse of the ruler with clouds his shining radiance. Shadows swept across the land dark shapes under the clouds. All creation wept; wailed for the death of the king. Christ was on the cross. Yet men hurried eagerly to the prince from afar. I witnessed all that too. I was oppressed with sorrow yet humbly bowed to the hands of men and willingly. There they lifted him from his heavy torment they took almighty God away. The warriors left me standing there stained with blood. Sorely was I wounded by the sharpness of spear shafts. They laid him down limb weary. They stood at the corpses head they beheld there the lord of heaven. And there he rested for awhile worn out after battle. And then they began to build a sepulcher, under his slayer’s eyes they carved it from the gleaming stone and laid therein the lord of victories. Then sorrowful at dusk they sang a dirge before they went, weary from their glorious prince. He rested in the grave alone, but we still stood there weeping blood long after the song of the warriors had soared to heaven. The corpse grew cold, the fair human house of the soul. Then our enemies began to fell us, that was a terrible fate. They buried us in a deep pit. But friends and followers of the lord found me there and girded me with gold and shimmering silver. Now my loved man, you have heard how I endured bitter anguish at the hands of evil men. Now the time has come when men far and wide in this world and all this bright creation bow before me, they pray to this sign. On me the son of God suffered for a time. Wherefore I now stand on high, glorious under heaven, and I can heal all those who stand in awe of me. Long ago I became the worst of tortures, hated by men, until I opened to them the true way of life. Lo the lord of heaven, the prince of glory honored me over any other tree, just as he, almighty God, for the sake of mankind honored Mary, his own mother, before all women in the world. Now I command you my loved man, to describe your vision to all men. Tell them with words this is the tree of glory on which the son of God suffered once for the many sins committed by mankind, and for Adam’s wickedness long ago. He sipped the drink of death. Yet the lord rose with his great strength to deliver man then he ascended into heaven. The lord himself almighty God, with his host of angels, will come to the middle world again, on doomsday to reckon with each man. Then he, who has the power of judgement will judge each man just as he deserves, for the way in which he lived this fleeting life. No one then will be unafraid as to what words the Lord will utter. Before the assembly he will ask where that man is who, in God’s name would undergo the pangs of death, just as he did formally upon the cross. Then men will be fearful and give scant thought to what they say to Christ. But no one need be numbered by fear who has carried the best of all signs in his breast. Each soul that has longings to live with the lord must search for a kingdom far beyond the frontiers of this world. Then I prayed to the cross; eager and lighthearted although I was alone with my own poor company. My soul longed for a journey; great yearnings always tugged at me. Now my hope in this life is that I can turn to that tree of victory alone and more often than any other man, and honor it fully. These longings master my heart and mind, and my help comes from Holy cross itself. I have not many friends of influence on earth they have journeyed on from the joys of this world to find the king of glory. They live in heaven with the high father, dwell in splendor. Now I look day by day for that time when the cross of the Lord which I once saw in a dream here on earth, will fetch me away from this fleeting life and lift me to the home of joy and happiness. Where the people of God are seated at the feast in eternal bliss and set me down where I may live with glory unending and share the joy of the saints. May the lord be a friend to me he who suffered once for the sins of men here on earth on the gallows tree. He has redeemed us he has given life to us and a home in heaven. Hope was renewed blessed and blissful for those who before suffered burning. On that journey the son was victorious strong and successful when he, almighty ruler, returned with a thronging host of spirits to God’s kingdom. To joy amongst the angels and all the saints who lived already in heaven and glory. Then their king, almighty God, entered his own country.
thank you so so so so so so so much!!
Open relaxing medieval music in a separate tab, and play it on a lower volume than this. Trust me
played at 1.25x speed is really pretty bc it's not so slow.
I did this and was amazingly helpful.
Thank you so much! It was better at that speed!
It probably is in a sense, but the point of this literature is not information but meditation, this is a poem/narrative it's deeply symbolic and is to be read slowly and carefully.
@@ascolariYou guys need to slow down a little.
This is very good and the visuals are good and the modern translation is good -- You could shorten it perhaps and then chant it, with the same voice and clarity, but sing it out, accompanied by harp or strings -- the same voice bright and bold. A good 8 min sermon is here, sing it well, let us listen year by year. Byzantine age of Christ. God bless Durham Cathedral family and friends amen
Thank you
Well dramatized recitation.
We need to know more about Cuthbert's _Saxon_ minster at _'Dunholm'_ , the Norman cathedral had been built to bury...
EDIT: I notice that the name within the feudal 'open-field system' itself is *syncretic* , blending Saxon and Danish naming conventions. Considering how *Cuthbert 'lured' the Pagan Vikings to Christian Lindisfarne* throught the wealth of pilgrims to his incorruptible corpse, one can assume that this is 'the direction, the cow went'...
England lives.
Did you noticed they found it hard to relinquish their pagan beliefs still ,with the mention of the tree,the sacred tree of life, and reborn the mighty Oak. .its like with the Anglo-saxon or celtic cross with the round sun symbol atop...Christian is so entwined with paganism its un believable ,some say that Christianity is from it in origins..a mix of Celt/Norse/Anglo-saxon or Brythonic paganism..