Song from Buddha's Heart

Jesus Christ Blesses Gautama Siddhartha in the Afterlife 

Can water dry up the mire?

Can fire burn out a rampant fire?

Can I free myself

From health and wealth?

Can one desire to be without desire?

Life is full of suffering and sin

And it all arises from within

The highest evil

Is not the devil

It is the cycle of our self we're in

But nature will not leave one blank

It rots the holy and the rank

To die to self

Puts guilt up on the shelf

But it leaves only self to thank

So Buddha sat beneath his tree

And realized the problem there was always “me”

He tried to die

But couldn’t lie

To die to self through the power of self is self-contradictory 

He would need some outer grace

But it had not come yet to the human race

Five hundred years

Of wars, plague and fears

So he could only close his eyes, wait and observe his inner space

The Buddha’s Savior would be born

To complete the process he had sworn

To make a path

Extinguish wrath

And end the cycle of sin and death that Buddha mourned

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By Bp. Joseph 

(Ancient Church of the West)