Asperges me, Domine - 'you will sprinkle me with holy water'
Oh, I have a twin. It sits upon my shoulder as dark as Death, invisible to all, it is the cross I bear. Every night my voice, of it's own volition cries, 'Asperges me, Domine' and in the cavern of my mind I hear it say 'Amen'.
Please allow me to introduce myself; I am, that I am. Simple and pure in and of itself, I am that I am, but the monkey on my shoulder mocks, 'You are what I say'.
In the solitude of my domain I am a great courtier, witty of speech and sharp of mind. I can dance and sing with aplomb and abandon to the merriment and delight of the ladies. In affairs of the state I have no equal, generals bow before me as they compliment my decisions.
As a lover I am kind, considerate of my lady's needs, my patience rivals that of Job himself, and such words I whisper within the throes of my passion that her body squeals in delight.
At the table, I am well mannered and knowledgeable in the ways of etiquette. Society welcomes me to its table and social frippery holds no bond upon my mind as I skip lightly between conversations.
For am I not a man like other men?
Bruise my heart and I shall weep, hurt my soul and I shall rend the shirt from my back and in righteous indignation flay my flesh before you.
I am as every man, born equal.
In the solitude of my domain.
'Is that why you hide?' gloats my Dark Companion, 'do you really think I would allow this?'.
This thing, this twin of mine, this shadow on my soul looks down on me.
'All you believe is for nought, for I am that which masks your waking moments, that pulls the strings to watch you dance for my amusement. Little man! You are a prisoner to me and I tell you this in all honesty.'
'When you dance I shall make you stumble, when you speak I shall stay your tongue, when you love I shall confuse your mind with fearful thoughts and when you weep, you will weep alone'.
My anger rises, a bile whose bitterness is beyond imagination, and all I can scream is 'Evil!!'.
The Dark Companion smiles, 'Evil I am not. You answered yourself in utterance of the words the cross I bear. I am the choice you made for this mortal life, to suffer through me.'
'Why would I, someone of such gentle disposition, choose to be put in torment for all this life?'
'You chose to learn'.
In that moment as if in waking from some dream I saw, I saw with inspiration the truth of the cross I bear. Not to suffer ungladly and sink beneath the madness it caused, but to rise up against it. Oh, I knew I could not fight so clever a machination, could not subdue it to my will, for it controlled the mask I wore.
So I chose to learn about my twin, to find wherein its frailties lay and to conjure up such diversions that would grant me some respite from its cruelty.
In the solitude of my domain I am a man as any other man, I see the mask for what it is and each day I learn to live around it a little more. I will carry this cross knowing it for what it is, and my strength lies in knowing my Calvary is near.
I have a twin, he asperges me, Domine.