Chapter 41 Formia, High Priestess of Sidon: To the Priestesses

Take your harps and let me sing, Pluck your harps, those gold and silver threads, I will sing of the fearless warrior, It was he who slew the dragon of the valley, Then, with pity, he looked down at the slain monster.Take your harps and sing with me, of the tall oak tree, of the giant with a heart like the sky and a hand like the sea, who once kissed death's pale lips and now trembles in the mouth of life.Take your harps, and let us sing of the fearless hunter of the hills, who aimed his invisible arrows at the beast, and sent horns and fangs to the ground.Take up your harps and sing with me of the heroic youth who conquered the cities on the hills and the cities of the plains that are entrenched like vipers.What he was fighting was not Baoru but a god of heaven, a fierce god who wanted to call our flesh and drink our blood.He is like the most noble golden eagle, only willing to fight the Finn bird in the air, because his wings are huge and proud, and he disdains to dominate the thin-winged chaffinch.Take your harps and sing with me, the joy of sea and cliffs.The gods have been slain and lie on forgotten islands in the sea of ​​oblivion, and the god-slayer is on his throne.He was only a youth,

Spring has not yet given him a manly beard, It is still the early summer of youth that comes to his field. Grab your harps and sing with me, Sing of the storm that swept through the woods, This storm breaks dead branches and leafless trees, But let the surviving trees take root deeply in the chest of the earth. Grab your harps and sing with me, Sing the immortal song of our beloved. Oh no, my girls, stop your hands, Put down your harps, We can't sing him now, Our feeble song does not reach his storm, nor drift into his majestic silence. Lay down your harps and come around me,

I will repeat his words to you, I will tell you about his deeds, For the echo of his voice, deeper than our passions. Literally Some say Jesus was the enemy of Rome and Judea. But I say that Jesus is not the enemy of anyone and any people. I have heard him say, "The birds of the sky and the hilltops do not care for the vipers that dwell in their black holes." "Let the dead bury the dead. You yourself shall be in the ranks of the living, and fly high." I'm not his believer, I'm just one of the many who followed him to see his face. He watched Rome, and us Roman servants, the way a father watches children playing with their toys and scrambling over the big ones.He is smiling from above.

He is greater than the concepts of nation, race, revolution. He understands one person, and he realizes it deeply. He laments every tear in our eyes, nods and smiles at every struggle. We know that he can be born with all the unborn and inspire them to see, not with their eyes, but through his perspective. Jesus is the beginning of a new kingdom on earth that will last forever. He is the descendant of all kings who built spiritual kingdoms. Whoever has the spiritual king will rule our world.