in the quiet morning I’m kneeling before You
I would like to scream
Why Lord?!
but I know
so I whisper
Forgive me God.
there are many hours still to come
there are many things waiting for me
You have always invariably and for centuries
been hidden in penance and regret for mistakes
right next to me so close to my soul
but I searched for You somewhere far away
in hidden places
deep and dark
in the cursed garment
in the devilish verses
and You were standing there coated in white‘Who am I?!’ screams my soul
‘Who am I?!’ I’m begging You to tell me
show me at least one light oh God!
at least one… that’s all I ask for
blood is flowing from the wounds
It’s me!
It’s me!
I was Your executioner
I want to take this pain away
lift it off Your shoulders
there are many crosses let my
soul sparkle with red
How could I forget
how many times I hurt You?
Tell me is there anything left of me
that could be reborn?
Is it just hands stained
by painful whipping
that will stay in my memory?
At least a small spark… please
I want to scream
I don’t want to cry
but I’m quietly saying
please
May 7, 2019.
Arkadiusz Niewolski



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