Trojan Horse
Fr. Paul Ward
The Trojan Horse we all understand, because it’s within.
The heart is Troy, besieged by suitors.
Some suitors are people, some things; some good, some wicked.
The suitors are in the wood that conquers the city.
No empire is so vast, as the domain in a soul.
Ah, love! You promise divine glory and peace,
You pledge security and gain.
Your pledges are like this wood.
Then I found that I was defeated and knocked down,
Loss and self abandonment followed – can this be love?
Oh love, what have you done to me.
you have ruined my life!
Yet I knew you would bring this upon my existence.
My life was a search for this type of ruin;
Suitor, ou seduced me, suitor, and I let myself be seduced.
There was a wood in a city that conquered that place,
Wood let in by the vain human hope for what seemed impossible.
Troy was only a paradigm of the fullness later to come.
I mean the wood of the Cross, and Jerusalem which is the world,
The suitor on the wood, my God; and I the seduced abandoned all for him.