Jesus

I.
In the streams of earthly roads
God left the son.
He gave him to the love
That was waiting for him
She rescued him
When the children were brought in blood.

II.
The priest, who was led, saw the star
And he felt down grey-haired
Stealthily suppressed his tears
And went into dust
And started the journey.

III.
Being worn out by purity
The saint saw the shadow
Where hundreds of hands
Were created by death
That was waiting for him
She was calling him
To fly home without pain.

IV.
But he was a crank
And staying in tears
Was heeding the winds,
When the world was crucified
Just in front of his eyes.

V.
It was said in the crowd
That he had destroyed his home
And they were slinging mud at his mother
But she was waiting for him
She was leading him
To the place, where the flesh had to be crucified.

VI.
The crown was crying on his head
The crosses had changed the colour
And he was again not about himself:
“Father, sorry, they just don’t know.”

VII.
In the streams of the earthly roads
God was staying at the body
Where the sky and the earth flowed together
The whole mud was swept off by the storm
And to his son
The father whispered
Come with me.

VIII.
He carefully picked him up
My son
He didn’t speak, just groaned
Come with me
To home.