The hammer
The nail
In sympathy
One uses the other
Until the crucifixion is complete
Who will suffer
At the fulcrum
Between
The good thief
And bad
Freed from the tomb
And the stone wall of death
Risen and bathed in tranquil Jordan
Who will feel my wounds
And believe that I ever lived?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem