“Legends”

August 15 – September 15, 2017 – Kazmierz Dolny, Poland

Inspired by Teatr Klepisko

YouTube – https://youtu.be/GE2M3IYBZ7M

Matthew 10,34-11,1

Jesus said to his disciples: ‘Do not suppose that I have come to bring peace to the earth: it is not peace I have come to bring, but a sword. For I have come to set son against father, daughter against mother, daughter-in-law against mother-in-law; a person’s enemies will be the members of his own household. ‘No one who prefers father or mother to me is worthy of me. No one who prefers son or daughter to me is worthy of me. Anyone who does not take his cross and follow in my footsteps is not worthy of me. Anyone who finds his life will lose it; anyone who loses his life for my sake will find it. ‘Anyone who welcomes you welcomes me; and anyone who welcomes me welcomes the one who sent me. ‘Anyone who welcomes a prophet because he is a prophet will have a prophet’s reward; and anyone who welcomes an upright person because he is upright will have the reward of an upright person. ‘If anyone gives so much as a cup of cold water to one of these little ones because he is a disciple, then in truth I tell you, he will most certainly not go without his reward.’ When Jesus had finished instructing his twelve disciples he moved on from there to teach and preach in their towns.

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Dies Irae

English version below, translated by William Josiah Irons in 1849.

Day of wrath, that day,
As the world dissolves in cinders,
Testified by David and the Sibyl.

Oh, how great shall be the quaking,
When the Judge will descend,
Investigating all things strictly.

The trumpet, emitting a wondrous sound,
Through the sepulchres of all regions,
To summon all before the throne.

Death and nature will marvel,
When these creatures are resurgent,
To the Judge responding.

The written book will be brought forth,
In which all is contained,
From which the world shall be judged.

The Judge, therefore, will sit,
Revealing all that is hidden:
Nothing unavenged will remain.

What shall I, a wretch, then say?
Which patron will I entreat,
When even the just are not secure?

King of tremendous majesty,
Who freely gives salvation to the saved,
Save me, Oh, font of mercy.

Remember, pious Jesus,
That I am the cause of Thy way:
Do not lose me on that day.

Seeking me, Thou sank down wearily:
Redeeming me by suffering the Cross,
Such a great labor should not be lost.

Just Judge of vengeance,
Make a gift of remission,
Before the day of the accounts.

I sigh, like the guilty one:
My face reddens in guilt:
Spare the supplicating one, Oh, God.

Thou, who absolved Mary,
And heard the robber,
Give hope to me too.

My prayers are not worthy:
But Thou who art good, graciously grant,
That I not be burned in everlasting fire.

Among the sheep grant me a place,
And away from the goats separate me,
Setting me to stand at Thy right hand.

Once the cursed have been silenced,
Sentenced to acrid flames,
Call me with the blessed.

Praying humbly and kneeling,
My contrite heart like ashes:
Take care of my final end.

Tearful will that day be,
Whereby rising out of the dust.

The guilty man will be judged:
Spare them, Oh, God.

Pious Lord Jesus,
Grant them rest. Amen.

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