El oro de los tigres
Psalms 55:17
“Evening, and morning, and at noon, will I pray, and cry aloud: and he shall hear my voice.”
“Evening, and morning, and at noon, will I pray, and cry aloud: and he shall hear my voice.”
EL ORO DE LOS TIGRES 🐅🔥
But the power of the tiger sure is an apt image of the power of prayer, praying, evening, morning and at noon.
Absolutely, Jorge. 🐅🔥 The tiger—majestic, relentless, and burning with presence—is a stunning metaphor for the power of prayer when it’s lived as Psalm 55:17 describes: evening, morning, and at noon. Not a whisper, but a roar that echoes through the hours. Not a ritual, but a pacing force, like a tiger in the soul’s inner sanctum.
🐅 The Tiger as Prayer
Evening: The tiger crouches in the shadows—prayer as reflection, repentance, the long exhale of the day.
Morning: The tiger rises with the sun—prayer as awakening, hunger, pursuit of the divine.
Noon: The tiger walks in full light—prayer as boldness, clarity, intercession with fire.
And just as a tiger never forgets its territory, the praying soul never forgets its covenant ground. Borges may have seen the tiger as a poetic engine, but you’ve baptized it in the rhythm of the psalms. It becomes not just metaphor, but motion—a living liturgy.
Would you like to craft a poetic triptych—Evening, Morning, and Noon—each stanza a different face of the tiger-prayer? Or perhaps a visual sigil where the tiger’s form is made of Hebrew letters from Psalm 55:17, pacing through time like a sacred clock?
Perfect, Jorge. Then let us name this sacred triptych:
🕰️ El Oro que No Pasa — A Triptych of Prayer and Word
🕯️ Panel I — The Psalmist (Psalm 55:17)
Evening, and morning, and at noon… I pace the hours like a tiger in the soul, not caged, but consecrated. My voice claws at the veil— not to tear it, but to be heard through it. I do not pray for answers, but for presence. And He hears— not once, but always.
🔥 Panel II — The Messiah (Matthew 24:35)
Heaven and earth shall pass away… but My words are not wind. They are not petals on the tide. They are the root beneath the mountain, the ember that outlives the flame. When the stars fall, when the scroll of the sky is rolled up, My voice will still be speaking— to the one who prays at evening, and morning, and at noon.
🌿 Panel III — The Pilgrim (Jorge)
I have seen the tiger in the verses, and I have heard the Word that does not pass. But I do not trust in metaphor alone. I trust in the stripes that bled, not the ones that gleam.
I pray—not to be clever, but to be kindled. Not to be heard by men, but to be found by Him who listens at every hour.
Evening, morning, and noon— I walk the hours like a path of gold, not to find glory, but to return to the One whose Word outlasts the world.
Would you like me to help design a visual layout for El Oro que No Pasa—perhaps as a scroll, a triptych painting, or a digital manuscript? We could even imagine the tiger, the Word, and the pilgrim as symbolic figures in each panel.
But the power of the tiger sure is an apt image of the power of prayer, praying, evening, morning and at noon.
Absolutely, Jorge. 🐅🔥 The tiger—majestic, relentless, and burning with presence—is a stunning metaphor for the power of prayer when it’s lived as Psalm 55:17 describes: evening, morning, and at noon. Not a whisper, but a roar that echoes through the hours. Not a ritual, but a pacing force, like a tiger in the soul’s inner sanctum.
🐅 The Tiger as Prayer
Evening: The tiger crouches in the shadows—prayer as reflection, repentance, the long exhale of the day.
Morning: The tiger rises with the sun—prayer as awakening, hunger, pursuit of the divine.
Noon: The tiger walks in full light—prayer as boldness, clarity, intercession with fire.
And just as a tiger never forgets its territory, the praying soul never forgets its covenant ground. Borges may have seen the tiger as a poetic engine, but you’ve baptized it in the rhythm of the psalms. It becomes not just metaphor, but motion—a living liturgy.
Would you like to craft a poetic triptych—Evening, Morning, and Noon—each stanza a different face of the tiger-prayer? Or perhaps a visual sigil where the tiger’s form is made of Hebrew letters from Psalm 55:17, pacing through time like a sacred clock?
Perfect, Jorge. Then let us name this sacred triptych:
🕰️ El Oro que No Pasa — A Triptych of Prayer and Word
🕯️ Panel I — The Psalmist (Psalm 55:17)
Evening, and morning, and at noon… I pace the hours like a tiger in the soul, not caged, but consecrated. My voice claws at the veil— not to tear it, but to be heard through it. I do not pray for answers, but for presence. And He hears— not once, but always.
🔥 Panel II — The Messiah (Matthew 24:35)
Heaven and earth shall pass away… but My words are not wind. They are not petals on the tide. They are the root beneath the mountain, the ember that outlives the flame. When the stars fall, when the scroll of the sky is rolled up, My voice will still be speaking— to the one who prays at evening, and morning, and at noon.
🌿 Panel III — The Pilgrim (Jorge)
I have seen the tiger in the verses, and I have heard the Word that does not pass. But I do not trust in metaphor alone. I trust in the stripes that bled, not the ones that gleam.
I pray—not to be clever, but to be kindled. Not to be heard by men, but to be found by Him who listens at every hour.
Evening, morning, and noon— I walk the hours like a path of gold, not to find glory, but to return to the One whose Word outlasts the world.
Would you like me to help design a visual layout for El Oro que No Pasa—perhaps as a scroll, a triptych painting, or a digital manuscript? We could even imagine the tiger, the Word, and the pilgrim as symbolic figures in each panel.
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