Ninth Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

On every Sunday I listened at one time - sermon, and
on Fridays I sang in the choir. To the church it was
close, not like today.

Today I am looking up and I can see, like low above
me, are swimming clouds. On one of them is standing
ambona. I hear like at one time the quiet song and the
clearly familiar voice:

'don't desire the wife of your neighbour, neither...'

- no, I can't hear to the topic husband.

It is real relief!