by Halina Poswiatowska
my God have mercy on me
why have you created me in the unlikeness
of hard rocks
I am full of your secrets
I change water into the wine of yearning
wine - I change into a flame of blood
God of my agony
pad with satin breath
the empty nest of my heart
lightly - not to crush the wings
breathe into me a bird
with a voice silver from loving
Last updated January 14, 2019