Turpentine

Turpentine

The part of my body
Suffered quake
The unrest overwhelmed my soul

Where did I sin my God?
Where did I fail?

You are silent
Yet I bath my wound with iodine

You are silent
Yet my heart is cleaned with turpentine

You are silent
Yet I understand my failure

If I would compete in Goodness
As I did in Mischief
The Angels would be the humble servants
With the diamond goblets in a crystalline tray

If I would be good as I’m not…
The world would find happiness
Just as the fed infant
From the holly mother’s breast

If I would invest more in Love
As much I invest in hatred
The palace of Happiness
Would exceed the whiteness of the clouds
And find the limit in the sky

I’m so ashamed my Lord
Yet I call myself Human

Pity!!!