River

Freely and softly I moved

from the south to the north

among lush green hills

in the bright space

and from the east side I had a brook

becoming slowly a stream

Green hills reaching to the horizon

in the gentle light

which source I was not able to see

A meandering road

And the stream turned into a river

aligning with the road

until the gently babbling crystal water

began to overflow onto its surface

And then I felt anxiety

even though fast moving and transparent river

was shallow enough

that I could easily cross it

A little further on, the river became wider

its current rushing, and the bank more clearly outlined

I was moving with water up to my knees

when a large mountain rose in front of me with a dark tunnel carved inside

To the vertical side of the mountain

a wooden house with large windows nestled

Tall hollyhocks in the garden

and among them a walking woman

with a gentle look

And on the opposite side - on the higher bank - a man staring at the river

leaning on the bike

He turned his head and said to me:

- Don't be afraid, the water is reaching only the ninth stone in the tunnel

pictures - Skieblewo village and Rubcowo village, Podlaskie Voivodeship

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