May our tears collect in an ocean of active compassion
“I collect all your tears. I am the God of Love. I am life.” I have been releasing tears and asking a loving god to collect them since my church shared that our pastor’s credentials are again under review for once again officiating at the marriage of a gay couple. How long must we spend energy and time on these reviews, energy and time sorely needed to do the ministry of Christianity: Loving?
Comfort and inspiration have come to me from watching the 1993 film, “Philadelphia,” the story of Andre Beckett’s struggle to receive justice from the law firm that fired him because he was a gay man dying of AIDS. This character’s integrity and courage represent hundreds of real men and women who have suffered through the stigma reserved for those who live outside familiar “norms” of society; men and women whose sacrifices now sustain others. If you missed this film or were moved by it the first time, now might be the time to visit it.
As he awakens to the unavoidable truth of his impending death, Andrew Beckett listens to the aria “La Mamma Morta,” and experiences pure ecstasy, in the sense of standing outside of oneself. He becomes one with the god who is love, who is life itself with the god who “collects his tears.” Listen. Open. Be comforted.
“La Mamma Morta, The Dead Mother,” is an aria from Umberto Giordano’s opera, “Andrea Chenier,” composed in 1896. It is sung by a daughter whose mother died protecting her during the upheavals of the French Revolution.
They killed my mother
at the door of my room
She died and saved me.
Later, at dead of night,
I wandered with Bersi,
a bright glow flickers
and lights were ahead of me
in the dark street!
I looked –
My childhood home was on fire!
I was alone!
surrounded by nothingness!
Hunger and misery
I fell ill,
and Bersi, so good and pure
made a market, a deal, of her beauty
for me –
I bring misfortune to all who care for me!
It was then, in my grief,
that love came to me.
A voice full of harmony says,
“Keep on living, I am life itself!
Your heaven is in my eyes!
You are not alone.
I collect all your tears
I walk with you and support you!
Smile and hope! I am Love!
Are you surrounded by blood and mire?
I am Divine! I am oblivion!
I am the God who saves the World
I descend from Heaven and make this Earth
A heaven! Ah!
I am love, love, love.”
And the angel approaches with a kiss,
and he kisses death –
A dying body is my body.
So take it.
I am already dead matter!
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4 thoughts on “Collecting Tears”
Thank you for sharing this most beautiful and truth-filled post. As I listen to Maria Callas I am transported by here voice. It seems agony and beauty are so often intertwined and beauty always wins. I am so sorry to hear about your wonderful minister being on review for modeling loving Christianity.
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Beauty always wins. Yes it does, so we have no choice but to cultivate it in our lives. Thank you, Ardine.
This was a lovely post. I am not a Christian, but can still relate to how religious leaders try to take control of our spiritual journeys by creating rifts where there really shouldn’t be any.
How true. Thank you for your comment and for your presence here.
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