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In Blackwater Woods

Look, the trees / are turning/ their own bodies/ into pillars// of light, / are giving off the rich / fragrance of cinnamon / and fulfillment, // the long tapers / of cattails / are bursting and floating away over / the blue shoulders // of the ponds, / and every pond, / no matter what its / name is, is // nameless now. / Every year / everything / I have ever learned // in my lifetime / leads back to this: the fires / and the black river of loss / whose other side // is salvation, / whose meaning / none of us will ever know. / To live in this world // you must be able / to do three things: / to love what is mortal; / to hold it // against your bones knowing / your own life depends on it; / and, when the time comes to let it go, / to let it go.// - Mary Oliver


"Alexander demanded her name, quality, and country; to all which  questions she answered only—“I am a Christian.” The judge, enraged,  ordered her child to be taken from her, and that she should be extended  and cruelly whipt with thongs; which was accordingly executed. Nothing  could be more amiable than the little Cyr, a certain air of dignity  spoke his illustrious birth; and this, joined to the sweetness and  innocence of his tender age and looks, moved all present exceedingly. It  was a difficult thing to tear him from the arms of his mother; and he  continued still continually to stretch his little hands towards her. The  governor held the infant on his knees, and endeavoured to kiss him to  pacify him. But the innocent babe having his eyes still fixed upon his  mother, and striving to get back to her, scratched the face of the  inhuman judge. And when the mother, under her torments, cried out that  she was a Christian, he repeated as loud as he was able—“I am a  Christian.” The governor being enraged, took him by the foot, and  throwing him to the ground from off his tribunal, dashed out his brains  against the edge of the steps, and all the place round about was  sprinkled with blood. Julitta seeing him thus expire, rejoiced at his  happy martyrdom, and gave thanks to God. Her joy increased the rage of  the governor, who commanded her sides to be torn with hooks, and  scalding pitch to be poured on her feet, while proclamation was made by a  crier—“Julitta, take pity on thyself and sacrifice to the gods, lest  thou come to the like unfortunate end with thy son.” She always answered  “I do not sacrifice to devils or to dumb and deaf statues; but I  worship Christ, the only begotten Son of God. by whom the Father hath  made all things.” Whereupon the governor commanded her head to be struck  off, and the body of the child to be carried out of the city, and  thrown where the carcasses of malefactors were usually cast. Remorse and  confusion at his own cruelty, and disappointed malice, in the murder of  the innocent babe, made him appear more raging than the most furious  wild beast. Julitta being led to the place of execution, prayed aloud,  thanking God for having given her son a place in his kingdom, and  begging the same mercy for herself. She concluded by adding Amen: at  which word her head was severed from her body."
Dudes, a good account of a martyrdom is fabulous. Yeah, I know, I have issues. But, decapitation! Willing sacrifice of her child as a martyr!

"Alexander demanded her name, quality, and country; to all which questions she answered only—“I am a Christian.” The judge, enraged, ordered her child to be taken from her, and that she should be extended and cruelly whipt with thongs; which was accordingly executed. Nothing could be more amiable than the little Cyr, a certain air of dignity spoke his illustrious birth; and this, joined to the sweetness and innocence of his tender age and looks, moved all present exceedingly. It was a difficult thing to tear him from the arms of his mother; and he continued still continually to stretch his little hands towards her. The governor held the infant on his knees, and endeavoured to kiss him to pacify him. But the innocent babe having his eyes still fixed upon his mother, and striving to get back to her, scratched the face of the inhuman judge. And when the mother, under her torments, cried out that she was a Christian, he repeated as loud as he was able—“I am a Christian.” The governor being enraged, took him by the foot, and throwing him to the ground from off his tribunal, dashed out his brains against the edge of the steps, and all the place round about was sprinkled with blood. Julitta seeing him thus expire, rejoiced at his happy martyrdom, and gave thanks to God. Her joy increased the rage of the governor, who commanded her sides to be torn with hooks, and scalding pitch to be poured on her feet, while proclamation was made by a crier—“Julitta, take pity on thyself and sacrifice to the gods, lest thou come to the like unfortunate end with thy son.” She always answered “I do not sacrifice to devils or to dumb and deaf statues; but I worship Christ, the only begotten Son of God. by whom the Father hath made all things.” Whereupon the governor commanded her head to be struck off, and the body of the child to be carried out of the city, and thrown where the carcasses of malefactors were usually cast. Remorse and confusion at his own cruelty, and disappointed malice, in the murder of the innocent babe, made him appear more raging than the most furious wild beast. Julitta being led to the place of execution, prayed aloud, thanking God for having given her son a place in his kingdom, and begging the same mercy for herself. She concluded by adding Amen: at which word her head was severed from her body."

Dudes, a good account of a martyrdom is fabulous. Yeah, I know, I have issues. But, decapitation! Willing sacrifice of her child as a martyr!

(Source: bartleby.com)

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