Knights Templar Poetry

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The Last Battle of The Knights Templar (May 15th 1290)

Great battlements rose by the Syrian sea,
Acre they’ll talk for centuries of thee,
On that fateful day on the fifteenth of May,
When Al-Ashraf Kalil, it’s people did slay.

The Caliph his father as if by God’s hand,
Lay dead by the walls, in the whispering sand.
Kalil, laid siege with his army so great,
Templars and populace awaited their fate.

Some, but only a very few
To escape by sea, lots they drew
The panic was great, fear of Kalil renowned
And old and young in the sea they drowned.

The Templars fought like lions deranged,
From dawn to dusk, but nothing changed.
Now Kalil to them, no quarter gave,
Not a single soul, that day they’d save.

The son of the Caliph now breached the wall,
Then blood ran free in St. Andrew’s Hall.
The last bastion of the Crusaders fell,
The sight of carnage, was a scene from hell.

Young and old, he spared not one,
Dark smoke covered the rising sun.
The great doors of St. Andrew he carried away,
To adorn the tomb, where his brother lay.

The last battle of Knights Templar was fought on that day.
And in Europe the church kneeled humbly to pray.

Written by Masterblaster (AKA: Di.)-–of-Knights-Templar—May-15th-1290–by-masterblaster#sthash.MrJPfiMW.dpuf


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My Templar Oath

I took an Oath and I am bound,
Until even Heaven and Earth shall come down,

Until the sky will pass away,
To this Oath, faithful I will stay

For even when this road is trying,
When on the inside, I am dying,

When the darkness begins to engulf,
And I have all but had enough,

I call upon the Lord within,
His strength, he gives again,

And from the mud I arise,
A Templar strong, no longer paralyzed,

Shining, bright as the sun,
Christ’s Armor, his blood has won,

I made my promise upon my Honor,
And though to and fro, I may wander,

I will die before I break,
This holy Oath I did take,

For not to man nor to my Love,
But swore my Oath to the Lord above:

“To live is Christ, to die is gain,”
So bring on the storm and the rain!
And yet still, I will not complain,

For He who made me, I owe my life,
For me, He paid the ultimate sacrifice.

– by Timothy Bryant Jones, 1/12/2012



Templars’ Field (Graveyard)

I layeth down my sword and shield
and pray forgivness from my Lord
for sins I carried since my birth
I wish redemption
though sword was cast into my hand
to cut down those with devilish plans
and shield protected me their ills
bless me Lord in Templars’ field

In visions that thou gavest me
I kept my word of charity
and helped the weak and poor go free
from slavish masters
and when the bounty came my way
I proved to give it all away
and now before you naked say
in Templars’ field I wish to stay

In Templars field I seekest home
where other Knights reduced to bone
lay buried pure but not alone
my only brothers
they too like I sought saviours dove
we carried flags of holy words
and nailed the crucifix to shield
pray bless me Lord in Templars’ field.

– By Gerard de Charney (AKA: Sir Knight of Words)



De Molay real picture on stake

Jacques De Molay

Last Grand Master of The Templar Knights
Another forgotten Martyr
Back broken on the rack
burned upon a fire stack
men, women, and children alike
flocked to The Isle
to gather the martyrs ashes

So, I hold ever before me
as a glorious example
the heroic fidelity
of the last Grand Master

He gave his life
in a torturous way
rather than betray
the knights he knew as brothers

– By Brother Mencer on 7/17/13,


Battle scene real

Templar’s Reward

Dust is blowing
Shadows lengthen
Blood scent
In the air
Sounds of combat
Still ensuing
Sharp metal cleaving near
My brothers hard
Upon the ground
Their tunics red and drear

So many faces
Cold and pale
Such I have never seen
As when the Templar
Fought their foe
At the place they call Hattin.

My soul is free
As I look down
I feel no pain nor fear
My job is done
Christ calls me home
The angels draw me near.


– By Michael Denton, July 31st, 2015


Arn dying

The Knights Templar

In days of old,
When knights in shinning armor
Were callous
And bold…

Many wild tales
Were told
The Knights Templar.

Secret ceremonies held,
Secret oaths taken,
A pledge to serve God,
Never to be foresaken.

Keeping secret
Their secret ways.

Swearing to serve God,
And the Pope,
Taking their loyalty
To the grave.

In Jeruselum
They fought,
Bringing Order
To the crusades.

Fighting fiercely,
They fought like lions,
Fought bravely,
As no other

Face to face combat
On an open field,
Many lives taken,
Many were killed.

Man against man,
A clash of steel,
Sword in hand.

Broken souls,
Battered bodies,
Wounds that will
Never heal…

Centuries have passed
Since the Templars
Were disbanded.

Brought down hard,
Not by sword,
Not by chance.

Brought down hard
By the Pope,
And the king of France.

Posted February 13th, 2008 by T.J.





Oh Lord with silence we hear,
Oh Lord with song we cheer,
Oh Lord with spirits so high,

Oh Lord with banners to the sky,

Oh Lord with sounds of battle cries,
Oh Lord with martyrdom we fly,
Oh Lord with beauty & grace,
Oh Lord with steel we chase,

Oh Lord with sword we trust,
Oh Lord with strength we thrust,
Oh Lord with crosses of red,
Oh Lord with prayers for the dead,

Oh Lord with brothers in arms,
Oh Lord with sacred charms,
Oh Lord with mantles of white,
Oh Lord with chivalry we knights!

~By James Vincent, June 22, 2012, Thanks for allowing us to publish here


one on one battle


Darkness fumbles in my mind
Swirls with memories left behind
Fears and hopes, deep inside
The way of the sword need not hide

Honor stands golden in my soul
Replacing my flesh when swords make hole
Eyes stand bold, bright as tiger orange sun
The warrior spirit need not run

Purple skies bid spirits swirl high
The artist paints, as my sword through air
The God of love stands by
Beauty in face, flowing dark hair

Sword cut my destiny, as far as my arm
Thunder clap breaks, as does the calm
A pure tear for the fallen soul
The way of the warrior told

The breath in my mind
As the darkness fades
The sword of the Templar
The Way of The Blade

By David Paul Fitchett  (AKA: “TemplarBard”), Apr 28, 2007


Bible Praying Templar The Modern Templar

He’s a warrior on bended knee,
With spiritual eyes he can see,
That today’s battle requires no sword,
But the full armor of the Lord,

To his family, he’s the man,
In his community, he takes a stand,
No wimp can be found here,
To this Templar it is clear,
That he’s here to spread God’s light,
Called to help the weak to fight,
To the orphan, he’s a friend,
To the needy, he’ll give again,
To the widow he’s a lion,
To help the lost return to Zion,

No secrets today’s Templar hold,
Only the truth that makes us bold,
For we know the purpose of our days,
No longer lost in a blind haze,

Christ’s orders we obey,
Disciplined commitment is His way,
Hear this higher calling for your life,
Heed God’s call to abandon strife,
Only a short life we have to give,
At last, you’ve discovered the reason to live!

– By by Timothy Bryant Jones, 7/26/15


Real Templar

A knight….
Head bowed
The sword sheathed
Glittering blade………
Will never fade
Poor Knights of Christ
The Knights Templar……..
Have come far
Battles, far from won
Will be lost………
We are the few………
What can we do?
The final cost……..
Our numbers have been reduced
Jewels and gold…………
They have been seduced
So many bought and sold….
Gather, ye men……….
The ideals hold true
We cannot rest
Find the path
What can we do?
In to the lions den
The true test
The armour that we wear…..
Shaped metal
The knight……….
Scores to settle
The forged sword…………
By Englands finest smiths
Enemies laid bare
But is all lost?
Our enemies are at the gate
We are the few…………..
Can we defeat Saladin’s horde?
We place our trust in the lord
Knights of the Temple
Gather ye round
Knights of old
Knights bold
Before it is all gone…………..
Saladin’s men at the gate
Relentless horde
We cannot abate
This is not the time for dying
Or listening to the enemies’ lying
They have not cared……..
Only what they want done
Our lives,
Never to be spared……………
Jerusalem is lost
The knights,
will come
The old order of things…………
To be sacrificed
The Knights………..
To die for Christ
The knights………..
Cannot crumble to dust
The swords must never rust
They are needed………..
The teachings, seeded
The Cross of St George
The values, to forge
The Knights betrayed…………
The memories…………
Swords rust
crumble to dust
The values taught……….
The enemy cannot kill
The battles always fought
But still……………
They come
The war, far from won
The knights weep
The rot, beginning to seep……..
The true ways
Compromised by political plays
Swords rust……..
Knights fade……..
Needs must
Knights betrayed……….
The final cost
Copyright © 2016 by Matthew R. Brackley,  Matthew Brackley’s Website


love 2

Templar, Knight of my Heart

Templar, Knight of my heart, when you wake up again,
dry up those tears of blood on these old stones,
on which you once walked many days ago.
… and when the blood-red roses of your glory shine,
the sun of the past rises over this wide country,
shining like a Templar’s sword in the name of the cross.

Templar, Knight of grace, if you pull over to me,
be still and give me a sense of infinite love,
which does not die, because the love survived all-time.
and if the blood red roses shine for my tears,
the sun of hope rises over this wide country,
shining like a Templar’s heart in the name of the cross.

By Liane Angelico, 1/13/15, thanks for allowing us to publish here.


Knight & Dame

Knight Or Dame

The Templar Spirit at heart,
Gender plays not a part,
Splayed the cross that’s worn,
An oath that’s sworn,
With the highest integrity,
By cause giving charity.

A knighthood worthy of praise,
Still living from past days,
A Christian fighting squad,
With the full armor of God,
In His name strength within,
Like St Bernard, free from sin,

Today the same at heart,
Always playing our part,
In troubled times we care,
For the poor we’re there,
Brother,Sister I say to you,
Above all be true!

~By James Vincent, 29/7/15~



Marching Templar 1

Knights Templar

Three by three in
line they come
courteous men of
Templardom! Christian
men who’ve
bowed the knee
At the cross of
Calvary. Each with
dedicated sword to
the glory of the Lord.
Guarding still the
faith they hold
as was done in
days of old.
For their history trails away to the dark and bloody day
When the Christians made their stand in the troubled Holy
land And the followers of the Christ Ruthlessly were sacrificed.
There amid the inky gloom shown the Templar’s spotless
Now this need for
strife has gone,
Still the termplars
follow on, Though
their swords in
silence sleep, Still
beneath the glittering arch
candidates for knighthood
march, And by taper
and by sword, Pledge
allegiance to the Lord.
Templars all, my hand
I wave Be you steadfast,
be you brave! Old the
order! Old the need!
For the valiant Christian
deed bigotry no more
holds sway. But for valiant
knights today And
for christian gentlemen
Still the need is now, as then.


This poem was submitted by Sir Knight P. Raymond Johnson of Boulder, Colorado. He indicates that the author is Sir Knight Edgar A.


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To the Holy land he pours,
From afar he‘s ashore,
Jerusalem he hears your call,
In His name he‘s tall,
Blessed by a Pope,
Just the sight he‘s hope.

Through darkness will fight,
For the savior’s the light,
Red the cross wears,
With Brothers he’s got prayers,
A Warrior he doesn’t fold,
Always a Knight he’s bold,

For the Lord he has song,
With faith he‘s strong,
Battle hardened he gives roar,
To his rule he‘s poor,
Blood drenched he is to hold,
Self-disciplined he‘s the mold.

Words of St Bernard he hears,
From Christians he‘s lauded with cheers,
The Murders & horrors he sees,
Almighty God he‘s on knees,
To his Lord he sings,
When martyred he‘s granted wings!

~By James Vincent 1/12/15, Thanks for letting us publish here.


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Templar’s Pledge to God

To defend your honor, I pledge to thee.
As I kneel before you, on bended knee.
My loyalty to you, until my death,
I’ll fight for you, with my final breath.

No challenge you ask, shall be too great.
To honor you’re bidding without debate,
I decree to you, as a Templar of this land,
I’ll do as you ask; I await your command.

I raise my sword, and swear by this troth.
To you and your kingdom, this is my oath.
To forever defend you, until death I do depart.
One Sword, one Knight, One Heart

– By Gerard de Charney (AKA: Sir Knight of Words) 9/18/07


Dying Fallen Templar

The Knight Templar at Rest

Resting in calm repose,
The fiercest blast that blows
And bows yon sturdy oaks on Bashan’s height,
Can yield no influence here; —
For many and many a year
Hath ” slept in Jesus ” this our stalwart Knight.
While rust corrodes his great cross-hilted sword,
The toil-spent Templar rests before the Lord.
He heard an inward call, —
” Leave home, leave country, all
That love you or are loved, — leave wealth and fame,
And with this ruddy Cross,
Count other things but dross,
To go and battle in your Master’s name!
There, where I walked in early days with men,
Go, I will meet you, striving there, again!”

Meekly he rose and went;
His hard-earned fortune spent
In the high cause for which he took the sword;
He chose the lowliest place;
For nothing can abase
The servant when he imitates his Lord.
Yet where the strokes fell thickest midst the din
He listened, yearning for that voice again.

And here the Templar fell;
Battling full long and well;
He fell beneath the point of Paynim spear;
But to his dying eye
The Master’s form drew nigh,
The Master’s whisper blest his dying ear; —
” Well done, true Knight, inherit thy reward!
The servant is not greater than his Lord!”

From The Poetry of Freemasonry, by Robert Morris



The Templar’s Dream

A Templar Knight of noble deed
was summoned by his holy creed,
to fight for Christ and plant His seed,

for those who pierced His heart to bleed.

The splendid Savior’s name would rise,
as rightful King in pagan eyes.
Oh that would be his greatest prize,
for that one man should gladly die!
His stallion white was armored well,
the gallant night would vanquish hell.
To conquer where his foes did dwell,

he swore their pride would soon be felled.

His Lord the victor of the world,
the unbelievers would be hurled.
So help him if he fought alone,
to capture rightly Land and Home,
for on that Knight God’s Light had shown.
That valiant knight soon from his quest,
his tired bones then sought some rest.
He knew his sleep would thus be blessed,
for safe was he in battle dressed.
With sword in sheath, and shield aside
he laid to rest his Christian pride.
Beneath an Olive tree he knelt,
and in God’s name he freed his cry:
“My Lord I simply can not go
by weariness and fear,
I think it best to close my eyes
until my strength is here.”
Now madness settled rather fast,
imbuing him with dream.
Upon a city oe’r the hills,

the Lord shown down His Beam.

The knight could see from distance great,
in darkness oe’r the land,
A brilliant cross that burnished bright,
and holding it a hand.
How small it was beneath the stars
that lit the cobalt skies.
He strained to focus on its shape,

and it vanished from his eyes.

With that our brave knight shook his head,
and nodded from his dream.
He splashed upon his sweating brow,
some water from a stream.
Inspired evermore was he
to crush the infidel,
who cursed the precious Land of Christ

with foreign tongue and spell.

He reached the mighty City gate,
and galloped in with storm.
The unbelievers froze in place,

by his swiftly iron form.

“I’ve come here in the name of Christ,
to save His sacred Land!”,
and from his breast plate pulled a cross
that glistened in his hand.
Then by his solo fighting band,
he swung his sword in efforts grand.
But the flashing blade was soon oppressed,
and our valiant Knight in chain mail dressed
met his Sainthood by his actions blessed.
For he died with arrows in his chest.
No cry of anguish fled his lips,
nor gasp of rasping breath.
For the cross of Christ that won his life,
had saved him from true Death.
– 2015 by Virginia A. Edwards



Page of a Templar Knight

Onto the stage, a remarkable sight,
Strode the mystical Page of a Templar Knight:
“Hear ye, all ye men and women so fine,
Who imagine all knights at the end of their line.Up from the depths of the ages long lost,
Where vengeance was wrought with a terrible cost,
Comes a Spectre, a Vision of rider and horse,
With cross, woven red, and a blade of force,

The fire of conviction. The strength of a vow,
A saint as a soldier for shielding us now.
No more shall a Pilgrim be robbed on her way.
No more shall a Potentate plunder the day.
No more shall the Lawbooks extinguish the flame.
No more shall the outcast surrender his name.

The Knights of the Temple ride strong at the fore,
And follow behind you securing the door.
By the power of Wizards and Spells and a Song,
These old Pilgrim-Keepers go canting along.
The stage of this world is far more than its props,
And its scripts and its actors. The proscenium stops
At predictable places, as required in the notes,
And as hammered, well-home, in our quotable quotes,

But Templars begin at the edge of that scene,
Where children and dreamers and dancers have been.
Their curtain arises when reticence falls
Their presence surprises. Their chivalry calls.

Their passion takes heart in whomever it will,
New Knights kneel and rise to protect all saints still.”
The Page then acknowledged the crowd with a smile,
And left them in silence, to ponder awhile.

– by famous Scottish Knight Templar, Malcolm Sinclair (Rosslyn Chapel Sinclairs), 2004.


Knight of the Templar

The Knight of The Templar

In the corners of my mind
You’re set upon your quest
The man I know you will be
A Soul pure as the driven snow
I sensed deeply and there I find you
A “Templar” as you are known
Like legends who exist
Behold! The God-sent Knights!
The true soldiers of Christ

He drew his sword and held his shield
Marked deeply with the Cross
I felt its beat as if it were a heart
Then soon he leads me to see,
with each hopeful stride,
His double edged sword reflecting the Son
Slaying shadow demons bravely without fear
Faith placed in a simple earnest prayer

I can vividly see the spirit and the vision
That fills a Templar with the sacrifice of eternity
This vision of most of his days
To bring forth his existence
And loudly sing praises to his God

He stood up taller when he wore his Cross
Prouder and challenged still
He valiantly grasped his sword
And stood steadfast for his faith
A Knight with strength and might
Your soul will know when it sees the Templar

written by Skyrock Pinkrose (10/14/2015)


Stain Glass Best

A Templar Knight

And on his breast a bloody cross he bore,
The dear remembrance of his dying Lord,
For whose sweet sake that glorious badge he wore,
And dead, as living, ever him ador’d;
Upon his shield the like was also scor’d,
For soveraine hope, which in his help he had,
Right, faithful, true he was in deed and word;
But of his cheer did seem too solemn sad;
Yet nothing did he dread, but ever was ydrad
By Edmund Spenser (1590) in The Faerie Queene (partially updated to Modern English


Templars grabing Holy Grail

Templar Knights

White habits, Red Cross
Four ranks of brethren
Nine Templar Knights
Impoverished status didn’t last long
Proved their worth –
Extraordinary fervor and growth.

Lay authorities
Heaped on them favors
Both spiritual and temporal
Moved swiftly – sharp singing
Exempted from all jurisprudence –
Okayed by the Pope.

Property assimilated
Exempted from taxation
(Without representation)
Not even ecclesiastical tithes
Soon gave way to speculation –
Conflict proceeded in the Holy Land.

Landed property of the Order Led
Revenue due the churches quite certain
Castles turned quickly into remarkable ruins
By first to attack, last to retreat
New factions, blind obedience –
Also, docile to the voice of the ‘leader’.

Now, 400 Templar Knights strong in Jerusalem
As an army they were never very numerous
But were inspirited by a force quite Christian
The terror of the Mohammedans
90 met death and 80 were taken prisoner –
To the spoils belong the victors.

Hecatombs compelled the use of recruits
Excommunicated men now admitted
Jerusalem governmental orders brought
Intestine dissension and fear
Papal (“by and for the”) inquiry –
Templar Knights found innocent? Quickly absorbed.

– By Robert Sheridan, 2007


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I rest my hand,
upon golden sand

My glittering sword,
In faith, it has been forged,
With the cross of the Lord

Jeweled rapier and soft silk,
the men I fight
is of that ilk
They do not see the light

This battle of ideological will
I have had my fill
For the paths so wide,
a bitter divide

For one side must fall,
to end it all
But the enemy never does rest,
spreading it’s poison,
far in to the West

For this crusade
We cannot fade,
for the Templar cause,
The cross it draws,
For we must rise,
Defend the faith and the wise
Go to meet,
sit at the Lord’s feet

Now this winged sword I fly
deep into the night
Puts the enemy to flight
They never give up the right,
for they try and try

I sometimes wonder why
when I rest my hand
on soft golden sand
I hear my heart cry
That I have seen this all before
in another time
in another war

Our lessons never learned
Our enemy never turned
Our houses burned
Our entreaties never returned

For if we must,
send our ideological enemies
back to sand and dust
This is not the only way
but our enemies are eager for the fray

My chain mail
has become chain gun
This battle, far from won
We must not fail,
for our time is not yet done

I sometimes wonder why
as I rest my hand,
upon golden sand
at this ideological blunder

For there are no winners,
only the dead
at the battle for the sinners
Only war,
No peace, no law
The enemy will never be enticed
Into the Kingdom of Christ

I sometimes wonder why
as I lay my hand
on this golden sand
Stifle a cry,
Is this why we cannot rest
in the battle between East and West.

Copyright © 2016 by Matthew Brackley, Posted with permission.  

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Cross with Templar

The True Cross of Christ

Through the cross a Templar is saved
At the foot of the cross our sins and problems laid

The cross brings the Templar to life
Although the truth of the cross cuts like a knife

To the Templar, the cross means “sacrifice”
But believing in its message opens up Paradise

On the Cross, Christ paid for our sin
those that believe in Christ, we will win

Templars far and wide, hear my words
Listen to what I proscribe:

Put your hope in the power of the cross
And count all else in life but dross

And let Christ’s love in your life cross
all the barriers that have kept you lost

– By Timothy Bryant Jones, 6/19/15



De Molay Burning

Jacques de Molay to the Dead Templars

Now rise and save your brothers in their need,
Ye Templars, from each tomb in which you sleep.
Muster in ghostly troops when dusk shades creep,
Whate’er your land, with shadowy lance and steed;
And haste, as when at Askalon, your speed
Outstripped the whirling sand; and on the deep
Off Tyre and Rhodes, let phantom galleys sweep
In gathering fleets as thick as sower’s seed!
For if the dead rise not to save the quick,
There is no help between the earth and sky
For those whom God and man alike forsake:
The red and yellow flames already lick
Our very feet; and will ye let us die?
Ye Templars in your tombs, awake, awake!


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Non Nobis Domine

The morn’ begins
Before grey dawn
With prayers
And songs a singin’

What comes this day
My Lord, my King
What fate will
Thee be bringin’

Will I kneel in homage
Bow in prayer
Then march and ride the wind
To board, to worship, then to rest
To serve til my life’s end

Then comes the day when battle calls
Where evil bars the way
And as we charge we all will sing
Non nobis Domine

If at the end I stand or fall
It matters not to me
As Templar, I
Know that my soul
Forever next to thee.


– By Michael Denton, July 29th, 2015



Templar Knights

Oh gallant Knights, in fitting garb arrayed,
With helmet high, and cross, and glittering blade,
Met to do honor to a Stranger Knight,
Worn in life’s strife, and weary of the fight,

Brave Warriors in a warfare not to cease,
Till all mankind shall find Celestial Peace,
While in this noble Chamber met,
Where Zeal, and Light, and Love Abound,

Let’s sit around the Master’s Feet,
And listen to His Gracious Sound;
The Master, Prince Emmanuel,
The Sound, that Word we love so well.

~A poem from “The Knights Templars.” by C.G. Addison~





ChargeThe Chosen Templar

In fearful day, in raging night,
With strong hearts full, our souls ignite,
When all seems lost in this fight,
Look to the Heavens, for hope burns bright!

In brightest day, in blackest night,
No evil shall escape God’s sight,
Let those who worship evil’s might,
Beware my power as a Templar Knight!

In days of peace, in nights of war,
Obey God’s word forevermore,
Misconduct shall be answered for,
Swear us the chosen – we will win this war!

– Adapted by Gerard de Charney from the Green Lantern Movie, 2014


Jesus & Templar

h gallant Knights, in fitting garb arrayed,
With helmet high, and cross, and glittering blade,
Met to do honor to a Stranger Knight,
Worn in life’s strife, and weary of the fight,
Brave Warriors in a warfare not to cease,
Till all mankind shall find Celestial Peace,
While in this noble Chamber met,
Where Zeal, and Light, and Love Abound,
Let’s sit around the Master’s Feet,
And listen to His Gracious Sound;
The Master, Prince Emmanuel,
The Sound, that Word we love so well!”

A poem from “The Knights Templars.” by C.G. Addison




Oda a los Templarios

Corría el año del Señor de 1118
y un anhelo en la mente de nueve valientes
se hizo finalmente realidad.
Al mando de “Hugo de Payens”
secundado por “Godofredo de Saint Omer”
se concreta la Orden de
“Los Pobres Caballeros de Cristo”
quienes de allí en más
llevarán en alto el estandarte del Reino de Dios,
en tanto siga fluyendo por sus venas
aquella sangre abnegada y heróica
que no dejaría de acompañarlos jamás.
Todo para lograr el noble propósito
de defender sus ideales
aunque pudieran tropezarse con la muerte
en aquella sagrada misión que se habían trazado.

Con la anuencia del Rey “Balduino I de Jerusalén”
lograron establecer su alojamiento
en un lugar que el soberano dispuso para tal fin,
y durante nueve años vivieron sobre
la parte principal de lo que fuera el templo de Salomón.
Fue entonces que su nombre se transformó
en el de los “Caballeros del Templo”
y posteriormente llegó al de “Caballeros Templarios”
o simplemente “Los Templarios”.

De un coraje sin igual
se involucraron en mil combates
con su pensamiento y su ideal
puesto profundamente en la fe Cristiana
y en los objetivos de la Iglesia Católica
como en la defensa de la Tierra Santa.

La figura del “Abad Bernardo de Claraval”
influyó en forma tan importante
que su Santidad el Papa otorgó
grandes atribuciones y privilegios
a esta organización de monjes guerreros.
La Orden fue creciendo
y siempre sus espadas y sus servicios
se mantuvieron fieles a Cristo y a Dios.
Sus ropajes o hábitos eran blancos
y en ellos lucían la bella cruz roja
que caracterizaba la presencia de los monjes
en toda lucha…en toda contienda.
Muchos murieron como héroes
en el campo de batalla
y justificaron el valor que jamás ocultaron
como también su humildad y su nobleza.

Corrió el tiempo y estos valientes luchadores
no cejaron en su misión,
y en el respeto y la defensa
de la Iglesia de Cristo.
Y así continuaron demostrando su valor
como también ofreciendo
hasta sus propias vidas para defender y fortalecer
los ideales que se habían impuesto mantener.

Más llegó un momento
en que todo se trocó en desgracia
y no se podrá conocer profundamente
que intenciones maliciosas
pobló la mente de sus perseguidores,
quienes lejos de obrar con ecuanimidad
los persiguieron, traicionaron, y los ajusticiaron.
Estos siniestros personajes fueron
“Felipe IV – Rey de Francia” y “Clemente V – Papa”
a quienes se sumaba el cruel y despiadado
“Guillermo de Nogaret”.

Cobarde y traicionera fue la sentencia
y así enviaron a la hoguera
– un 18 de marzo de 1314 –
al último Gran Maestre “Jacques de Molay”
junto a otros tantos Templarios.
Se cuenta que el Maestre antes de expirar
grito su maldición dirigida a sus verdugos,
y paradójicamente y en forma progresiva
aquellos que lo sentenciaron
terminaron siendo condenados por la
enfermedad y la fatalidad
y en poco tiempo éstas acabaron con sus vidas.

Aún queda una deuda pendiente
para con estos fieles y nobles hombres
que fueron expuestos a la persecución,
al destierro, y la muerte,
y que deberá en algún momento
reconocerse como una notoria injusticia
por parte de las autoridades
que hoy día les corresponde tomar tal decisión.
Pues la historia aún no admite aquella tremenda inmoralidad
que todavía no se puede olvidar, ni mucho menos comprender.

Que los poderosos del mundo
jamás se puedan atribuir
injustas potestades que condenen
a aquellos que merecen proseguir!

Caballeros de la cruz y de la espada
sus nombres permanecen en la historia,
sus nobles corazones aún perduran
poblados del valor y de la gloria!


By Jorge Horacio Richino