Posts Tagged With: church

Prayer


the candle trays are heavy
I hardly find my way among dead and alive
holding a drop of new light
crossing myself with my hand still warm

people stand shoulder to shoulder
the bell-ringer pulls down the rope
I’m beginning to feel the earth’s silence
candle flames are sizzling in the sand
upright or bending
separated or united

I get out into the sunlight
slowly stepping over the grass
an old cross raises in the church’s yard
still upright
an apple tree had grown beside it
leaning completely towards sunrise
almost touching the stone

I come back under vaults
crossing myself again
breathing much deeper
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Solitude’s Hopes, Bell’s Ropes


My eyelids are crumpling
like lemon skins squeezed
until the very last,
a hidden flame is dripping
through open and bitter pores.

Incense is burning in the chapel,
my knees’ traces
scatter in cinders
near the iron stove,
a white sun glides
upon pew arms.

At snowfield’s edge
roofs are fuming, trains are running,
people on the corridors
are clutching the window bars
hand after hand,
a thread of words tightens,
bells are tolling for vespers
closer and closer.

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Clockwise


the old church gate is a heart growing bigger
through which blood passes in a thin stream
windy rains whipped the bricks
there is no more key
you must strain yourself to raise it a little
a sunflower wheel stuck on the wall

at sunset bats fly like hot arrows
whistling near my ears
stars foam didn’t quench the fire yet
I am certain it will be so many
that I will become a feather easy to be blown away

I’m wiping a blind wing’s trace on my front
returning towards the entrance
stepping firmly on the ground
near a cross I picked four threads
of basil growing wild

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