In the ruins

Between the trees of the old park

Brick fence

with cast iron bars in wide and high openings

behind them human silhouettes are flocking

hands stretched out in supplication

A ladder leaning on the earthen terrace

I want to climb up

although the light there too is dim

And more human silhouettes forming the crowd

with hands raised imploringly

level below the ladder

which they cannot climb



The road leads to the ruins of the great cathederal

Rubble

Sharp pointed window arches

There is no sun

no blue sky

black abyss above the ruins

without stars

I have stood in a nave without a roof

in front of the altar

and light appeared from above

and monstrance

and the Voice that spoke

I Am Who I Am