on the ruins of faith
I put up my cross
asking God to forgive me!
then I kneel down somewhere quiet
Asking Mother to lead me!
I have inflicted so much suffering on Him
so many sins I added to His cross
I man I human mediocrity
I wanted to match Him
every day I will regret
that instead of wiping with a handkerchief
His bleeding temples
I have become a torturer
sin after sin
nail after nail
I drove into His body
snatched from the dream of power
I fell to my knees
but what did I find?
what did my eyes see on this rock?
all around just ruins
the very deviations
God have mercy
I didn’t want this !
I carry the cross with difficulty
with a heavy laborious step
I am going to my Golgotha
heavy
I have earned it myself
Suffering falls on me
it hurts but it’s only my body
hardens my soul
Mother say please!
Isn’t it enough yet?
Or is it still not enough?
Arkadiusz Niewolski
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