Our Father…
Who art in Heaven
Who canst save
Smirking from the high tops of the new world at the unfortunate masses
Eyes, gentle, lowered; Smile, didactic
Easy as light, just as far
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Who knows end at start and is amused by our weak resolve,
Pathetic creation without wise or brawn
We have walked through Galilee,
We have passed our Golgotha
Where is the place we must come to also to ascend?
Is it this rock-cut limestone tomb you want us lain in?
Is it here that we die for you to grant us life?








