The Psalm Of Forgotten Lives Poem by Dorina Neculce

My God and everyone's
to those who wears their shadows
through the hot bowl
do not break
of my body the resurrected cloth
which wraps around his knee
don't throw me over other bodies of water
liman to be to those who
spit anger in my face
don't drive me away
maybe my heart will grow
in the palm like a tree of goodness
and maybe my lightning hand
shadows at the foot of the mountain will sow you
I will put love in silver cups
to deal with sinners
you will count me Lord
and you will raise
other wings to prowl
like a fleeting shadow searching
forgotten peace