Le mot “calvaire” vient du latin “calvarium", traduction de l’araméen “Golgotha”, voulant dire : Lieu du crâne.
Certaines croix sont sur une petite butte, souvent remplacée par un socle comportant des marches à l’avant. L’entourage, fait de grilles, de murettes ou d’un cortège d’arbres fait partie du monument et contribue à justifier le terme de calvaire.
Un calvaire est un monument qui peut porter une ou plusieurs croix avec divers personnages qui rappellent la passion du Christ (les larrons, Jean, la vierge). On en voit beaucoup en Bretagne.
Le mot croix vient du latin crux. C’est un instrument de torture, composé de deux pièces de bois, sur lequel on suppliciait les condamnés à mort
La croix rappelle la crucifixion du Christ
Une croix peut être en bois, en ciment ou en pierre (souvent en granit). Elle peut (ou non) porter un christ.
Dressés au carrefour des chemins, plantés au milieu d’un buisson, ces monuments ont tous une histoire...
Bonne chasse....
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The door it opened slowly,
my father he came in,
I was nine years old.
And he stood so tall above me,
his blue eyes they were shining
and his voice was very cold.
He said, "I've had a vision
and you know I'm strong and holy,
I must do what I've been told."
So he started up the mountain,
I was running, he was walking,
and his axe was made of gold.
Well, the trees they got much smaller,
the lake a lady's mirror,
we stopped to drink some wine.
Then he threw the bottle over.
Broke a minute later
and he put his hand on mine.
Thought I saw an eagle
but it might have been a vulture,
I never could decide.
Then my father built an altar,
he looked once behind his shoulder,
he knew I would not hide.
You who build these altars now
to sacrifice these children,
you must not do it anymore.
A scheme is not a vision
and you never have been tempted
by a demon or a god.
You who stand above them now,
your hatchets blunt and bloody,
you were not there before,
when I lay upon a mountain
and my father's hand was trembling
with the beauty of the word.
And if you call me brother now,
forgive me if I inquire,
"Just according to whose plan?"
When it all comes down to dust
I will kill you if I must,
I will help you if I can.
When it all comes down to dust
I will help you if I must,
I will kill you if I can.
And mercy on our uniform,
man of peace or man of war,
the peacock spreads his fan.
Leonard Cohen "Story of Isaac"
Les prétendues volontés divines ne sont souvent que le déguisement de dessins humains intéressés.
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