From an Aramaic word referring to a guiding royalty which permeates the universe and to its gift of inner strengthening. It enables us to say 'I can', in times of great stress or crisis, to go on and through. In a garden (Gethsemane), close to the time of his death, Jesus, battling with his emotions, chose 'I can' in the face of the grief and pain that lay ahead of him.
You have to decide, don't you?
Between the lies that you are told
and the way that words can turn
the world upside down and
the taunting silences.
You have to determine once and for all, don't you?
What we have been told and what we have received
and what jumps from our own mouths.
Words as nails. Words as weapons. Words as wounds.
Words that get stuck in the head and nothing,
nothing
will drive them out. At Gethsemane. At this point
of no return. At this time which can never be repeated
with a prayer bleeding in the brain. All that has gone before
is blood knowledge, blood narrative, blood idea;
over now.