I
remember you
As a child
That
Day on
The white sand
Making
Those pigeons
From the mud
And
when the
children came to
Destroy
mud pigeons
how you clapped
And
they came
to life, escaped
Flew
in the
sky, cross-shaped
An
awful foreboding
filled my heart
Today
you died
on the cross
I
wish I
was you, child
I
would clap
my hands, now
Make
my dove
alive, once again
My
tears
do fall down
Where
is God
or Gabriel now?
Is
this what
the end is?
No.
There must
be something more.
Part 2 Mary Magdalene speaks:
A
week ago
the children came
Waving
palm branches
and singing Hosanna
yesterday
you spoke
in dark sayings
Eat
my flesh!
Drink my blood!
Now
you hang
and are dead
Come
Get up
You freed me
Once
from devils
in my head
Where
is that
you, gone now?
My
tears once
washed your feet
The
same ones
now nail-pierced
I
perfumed you
with the spikenard
She
has done
this, you said
Against
my death
Now I see
What
you meant
Wish I didn't!
Part 3
Jesus:
I
wish I
could tell them
Hanging
here 'twixt
heaven and earth/hell
With
the keys
of death, hell
Paradise
Heaven and
souls of men
Dead
and alive
now all mine
But
it is
not yet time
It
ends not
Has just begun.
Painting: Christ of S.t John of the Cross by Salvador Dali (The Dark Night of the Soul)
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