Eternal for Thy Mercy

I wish thy love could be as coins,
Round pieces of metal to be collected,
So, I can beg for them at the church’s arc-door,
Wait for you till the priest says “God may be with you”,
Wait in the fruit-market since I can’t enter there,
The marble is so hot to me,
The pillars could wobble and fall,
The roof would split in two,
And the hand of thy God would come from above to take me off His house,
O! Mother, you must hear me,
Need your hug to be redeemed,
I want to clean my teardrops with thy dress,
Grab thy legs to be taken wherever thou art,
And tell thou how much I adore thee,
O! Mother! Behold me, I’m thy child,
Take me to the full-of-roses yard,
Take me by the hand, Mother,
And show me how the bees zoom around the flower’s nectar,
Show me how the humming-birds suck the essence of the bloomed buds,
Let’s take our sandals off and dance in the fountain,
Let’s jump in the water to sparkle the phosphorescent green turf,
O! Mother, pick up fireflies to be put in multicolour bottles to make magic lamps,
Illuminate my face so weepy,
O! Mother, before you go away from church,
Search into thy flesh for compassion,
Blood of my blood,
Beauty of thy beauty,
Am I so non-ascetic to you?
Thou art a candle that can be off too,
And so I am,
Don’t turn around once,
O! Mother, I approach to you,
But you get into God’s den again,
To close the doors and never come out again,
But I am here forever,
So unchangeable,
Ice, blaze, breeze, flower’s scents,
Eternal to wait for thy mercy,
As the Christ was with thy kind,
If thou preach Him, come and imitate him,
Let the Fiend get closer than this.

[FONT=&quot]07/05/2011