Monday 22 February 2010

Christ



Bitter taste of speech

and tears in eyes

have sufficient power

to vaporize strong blocks of steel

but I care for delicate flowers.

God ! please forgive them

because it was your word

that I shall get crucified.

Thorns, do not be sad.

Nails, do not be sad.

You are my ornaments.

Let my blood shade

and grant all creatures

happiness and peace.

It is the way

God had decided

to bless you.