I Was There in Those Days of Division

by Frank Cavano

I was there in those days of division; in and out I was
there. In when the Truth that poured from his eyes had
touched my hoping heart; out when what he knew had
contradicted my closely held beliefs producing fear so
strong I could not handle it. I was there, on and off, in
those years history has lost and I know where he went
and where he did not go. I watched him smile on each
who came his way and saw them transformed, at least
for a little while. In his eyes, women were the equal of
men, and he neither shunned them or used them. Every
man and woman was his equal, he had told us, yet not
one of us understood what he had discerned so easily it
seemed that God Itself had whispered in his ear. Trying
to make it simpler for us, he said that kindness was the
key to life and should be given in equal measure and to
everyone regardless of their station in life or the errors
they had made. And he lived this. Every day he lived it.

In the end, I am certain, it was not his words that healed
or comforted, but the Love behind his kindnesses which
came through unimpeded like Heaven in a vessel absent
of ego. Still, I could not always embrace this Love, this
Heaven. When he was hero or comforter I was there, but
when the powers that be saw him as a danger and a man
to be eliminated, sad to say, I was not. My failure, to him
was not failure, however. He did not judge me, and, in his
smile, he said he never would. My heart knew it to be true.

Over two thousand years the Resurrection has divided us.
This was not his intention but part of our nature in which
differences and subsequent disagreement play the major
role. His goal, rather, seemed to be unity for all mankind
as if we were all part of the single spirit of the Creator. At
times the truth of this unity was obvious, even to me, but
too often I preferred to stick with my old beliefs and was
not a true student of his, failing to live as he did, failing to
see Oneness as the Creators Reality in which we shared. I
failed to be kind, I judged others, I projected hate of self
onto others and saw these others as the guilty ones. But he
saw no person as guilty. He loved them all including me.

For over two thousand years the Resurrection has divided us.
For him it was a concept which he taught with clarity. It
was we who tried to follow him who could not or would
not grasp it. Resurrection had something to do with our
shared identity as Spirit, a changeless identity which was
our guarantee of immortality. Still, we preferred too often
to see our selves as special individuals ― as if accepting our
oneness brought some kind of loss to us. He knew it did no
such thing. Yes, I was there in those days of division, and
I separated myself from him, and from you. For if the truth
be known in its entirety, you were there too. He did not fail
us but we failed ourselves. And still he will not judge us, but
merely wait patiently until we see our oneness, not as loss,
but as salvation and immortality, the essence of resurrection.

Frank Cavano is a retired physician who writes poetry when moved by powerful feelings, thoughts or images. As he describes it, "Most of what I have written seems to fit in the metaphysical/spiritual/inspirational category."

Now retired, Frank currently lives in Bluffton, SC with his wife of 44 years, Carol. His sons and their wives have blessed the couple with four granddaughters and a grandson who are the light of their lives.

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