The Cup Of Myrrh And Suffering Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
The Cup Of Myrrh And Suffering
they offer to me:
to drink to the last
full to rim
to drink
up to the last of drops
bitter, bitter, the torment, martyrdom
and suffering
the dirge plays slowly on the violin
one by one the lights go, dark increases
and in the dark that grows my soul,
my soul I feel wafting away, away, in the immensity
Saturday, October 5, 2013
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