An Ax
For
years we circled
our hidden chamber,
seeking a way out.
Nothing sufficed:
Not prayers,
nor supplications,
not knees against stone,
nor heavy penance
of nails and shirts of
hair.
Finally, we took an ax
and broke through to
god.
At first we were blinded
by the splendor,
the majesty and
shining raiment.
We crept closer
and raised our head a
little.
That one said,
where have you been,
my dear one?
I have been waiting for
you
for so many years.
Then silence.
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