The Acts Poem by Anand Brown

Emmite spiritum tuum, Pater.
Omul este atat de pierdut si atat de slab.

I

There is nothing.
There is nothing to be seen.
There is nothing to be seen here.
There is nothing to be seen here in my life!

There are only scars of what came and what went,
Like a shell that speaks on an egg.
Even the shadows need light to exist.

'Why are the Gentiles so furious?
Why do the people make foolish plans.
The kings on Earth prepare for war
And the rulers join together against
The Lord and His Messiah'

II

Sister Layla walks down the isles
Humming a quite hymn.
Here the soft sounds rise up, but
The cross is moved!

Her habit sways from side to side
And the broken church bells make a terrible noise
And the house of God is invaded by dirty men!

Do you see the angel with the little scroll?

I am scared and scarred.
Life is an angry river that beats its banks
And breaks off soil and
Drowns the little children.

I sit with Daniel at the river Ulai to see the ram take charge.
The voice of the Lord moves across the air.
Dead is the world in me!

III

My cup runs over.

Sister Layla prays for me and when I arise
I am at peace in the south of Judea, but my heart
Grows heavy for Ezekiel who is long dead.

I am baptised in water and annointed with fire.
I turn to tell Sister Layla my last wishes like Paul and Timothy.

There is nothing.
There is nothing to be seen.
There is nothing to be seen here.
There is nothing to be seen in my old life!

The gates of Heaven open.
I am set free!