Dialogue with the Lord
10.10.2004


The hand trembles
and the mind is fixed
it have no words to express
the bitter damage.
The betrayal presses again ,
where are your Giudas?
Mine are near me,
they have drunk milk from my breast
and honey from my lips,
they have listened to the word of the Lord,
but in their hearts it isn't penetrated,
they have eaten the bread of the Life
and drunk the water of the Sacred Source,
but this proved useless.
The heart turned to the enchanter
has allowed the old snake
to enter their house.
They are sold, prostituted,
they became covered with him again.
He laughs, he that is the deceiver
while he' s banqueting with their cowardliness.
I have seen the face of my Lord
reflected inside of me,
He smiled at me, shrouded in sparkling light,
the world in my hands He has set
and me, incredulous, I have held it narrow.
Torturers from the evil tongue
they believe to defeat the Good.
No!
Good belongs to each of us.
God has given us the eyes
to also look in the invisible
and two hands to do great and small things;
but why doesn't the mendacious word
jammed on the obscene mouth
pierce the fool?
- Oh, my little lark,
don't you never realize
the wolves disguised by lambs? -
My Lord, I find it hard,
I still want to see the good where it doesn't exist,
I still want to mould the heart without love.
- But don't you realize, my soul,
the threatening look, the cynic thought,
the lewd aspect? -
I want to cover with flowers and perfume,
with vanilla sugar
the dull cheeks
of whom doesn't have Light.
But you are always right,
you are a warrior and you know the crazy one,
you know the Evil, you know the crime.
- The last fish is fished,
fallen in its mendacious trap,
like a fly in the spider's web,
like a suspended worm to my hook.
Me, The Fisher of Souls,
I throw again to the sea what is not mine!


“Rhua”