Four Mystery Plays. Rudolf Steiner

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      This glow takes shape, and grows to human form.

      It is a man with spirit deep imbued,

      And other men do gather round his feet.

      I gaze into dim times, long passed away

      On that good man who rose from out thy head:

      His eyes do shine with perfect peace of soul;

      And deep true feeling glows in every line

      And feature of his noble countenance.

      A woman facing him mine eye doth see,

      Who listens with devotion to the words

      Proceeding from his mouth; which words I hear,

      And thus they sound: ‘Ye have unto your gods

      Looked up with awed devotion until now.

      These gods I love, as ye love them yourselves.

      They did present unto your thought its power,

      And planted courage in your heart; but yet

      Their gifts spring from a higher spirit still.’

      I see how rage doth spread amongst the throng

      At this man’s words. I hear their mad wild cries:

      ‘Kill him; for he desires to take from us

      The gifts the gods have given to our race.’

      But unconcernedly the man speaks on.

      He tells now of that God in human form,

      Who did descend to earth and conquer death.

      He tells of Christ; and as his words flow on

      The souls around grow calm and pacified.

      One only of the heathen hearts resists,

      And swears it will wreak vengeance on the man.

      I recognize this heart; it beats again

      In yonder child, that nestles at thy side.

      The messenger of Christ speaks to it thus:

      ‘Thy fate doth not permit thee to draw nigh

      In this life; but I shall wait patiently,

      For thy path leads thee to me in the end.’

      The woman who doth stand before the man

      Falls at his feet and feels herself transformed.

      A soul prays to the God in human form;

      A heart doth love God’s messenger on earth.

      (Johannes sinks upon his knees before Maria.)

      Maria:

      Johannes, that which dawneth in thy mind

      Thou shalt awaken to full consciousness.

      E’en now within thee hath thy memory

      Wrenched itself free from fetterings of sense.

      Thou hast found me, and thou hast felt myself,

      As we were joined in former life on earth.

      Thou wast the woman whom the seeress saw,

      For so didst thou lie prostrate at my feet,

      When I as messenger of Christ did come

      Unto thy tribe in days long since gone by.

      What in Hibernia’s consecrated shrines

      Was then entrusted to me by that God,

      Who dwelt in human form, and did become

      A conqueror o’er all the powers of death,

      I had to bring to tribes, in whom still lived

      A soul that brought a willing sacrifice,

      To mighty Odin, and with sorrow thought

      Upon the death of Balder, god of light.

      The power, which from that message grew in thee,

      Attracted thee to me from the first day

      Thine eyes of sense beheld me in this life.

      And since it strove so mightily in us,

      And yet remained unrecognized by both,

      It wove into our life those sufferings,

      Which we o’ercame. Yet in that pain itself

      There lay the power to guide us on our way

      To spirit-realms, where we might recognize

      And know in very truth each other’s soul.

      Intolerably did thy pain increase

      Through all the men who thronged thee round about,

      With whom by fate’s decree thou art conjoined.

      Hence was the revelation of their selves

      Able so fiercely to convulse thine heart.

      These men hath Karma gathered round thee now,

      To wake in thee the power that once did urge

      Thee on the path of life, which selfsame power

      Hath thus far roused thee, that, from body freed,

      Thou couldst ascend into the spirit-world.

      Thou standest nearest to my soul, since thou

      Hast kept through pain thy steadfast faith in me.

      And therefore hath it fallen to my lot

      That consecration to complete in thee,

      To which thou owest this thy spirit-light.

      The brethren, who within the temple serve,

      Have wakened sight in thee; yet canst thou know

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