Mother Knows Poem by Sanja Lukic

Mother knows
God knows that in a clean week, there is not a drop of water, nor love, nor thirst, nor hunger.
The Father knows the water of the world, Zamzam, for this world
From the soul, crumbs for holy bread
Glory to you, Lord, at this funeral.
God knows, hidden behind your name, you know and I know how much blood went into the Grail.
Silence, the source from which thirst is drunk.
The cry, a robe for the naked souls,
Eternity is left to the world.