Here – no angel nor seraph,
No Alverna hill, nails, spears –
Only the interminable chain of dreary days
With hymns, red dahlias, tears.
Here – no visions nor revelations,
Only a dead full moon;
But the day has come when stigmas open
In this forsaken spot too …
I see multitudes on the bridge of Cedron –
Impossible for them to keep hidden
Even under their heavy hairshirts
Of penance – the stigmas.
(Leonardas Andriekus)
More Poetry from Leonardas Andriekus:
- The Voice Of Vytautas The Great (XV Century) (Leonardas Andriekus Poems)
- The Old Graveyard (Leonardas Andriekus Poems)
- Insect In Amber (Leonardas Andriekus Poems)
- Land of Crosses (Leonardas Andriekus Poems)
- The Astronaut (Leonardas Andriekus Poems)
- Weaver (Leonardas Andriekus Poems)