my prayer was
like
drawing water from
an empty well
I found nothing in it
but tears and
despair
you stood by my side
took my hand
“leave the bucket behind”,
you said,
and you led me
to your empty grave
I looked into
your eyes
not knowing what to do
“this stone is rolled over
for you,
tell me, what you
want me to do”
‘make me free
take what I can no longer
carry with me
show me that in my soul
you can turn death
into life
all the sickness that I
carry inside
heal,
like your wounds
were healed
after your terrible
dark night,
bring me fully
into life’
© Iva Beranek (Dublin, 24th August 2016)
Photo by © Iva Beranek
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