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A New Mystery

I can't celebrate today

Have You Yourself laid Your hands
on the king and burdened him
with our sins?

Delivered up to soldiers
he is sacrificed to whom else
but Yourself, so he must be alive

even though he lies in a tomb

May he be the first to reside
in a whole new world
still empty like the desert
where the scapegoat is free?

May now already be the Day

of Mercies, a new mystery
a new faith, according to laws
that are secret to me

but still are somehow implied
in our unsuccessful endeavour
in Your Name, Your holy Name

which I am unworthy to pronounce?
Sunday, April 4, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: religion
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
High Priest Simeon Barjona (son of Jonah) 'Cephas' (Petrus) in Jerusalem on Passover in year 30; Day of Mercies: Yom Kippur; Collection 'From Sacred Scriptures'
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