The church is not your
Friend and
Nor is it
The enemy
It has just been there
With it’s crucifix for
A very long time
Built because of
Good business in the east
It still waits for the
Final judgement
The Countryside Church
Opening
The soft white light of winter
Changes the perception
When tired and ill
Life passes by outside in
The afternoon
Waiting for the anxiety
To go away
Even though I know
This will not happen
Opening a window
To the world
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Winter nights
The winter night is cold
Promises nothing
Only cold feets
And silence
We are waiting
We will wait for a long time
Before the cold spring light
Enters this room
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Fire
Lost and out of words
Anxiety runs high
Still I stay
Waiting to get burned
On the fire
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Blue Monday
Found a way through
The city streets for a
Brief meeting with
My teacher and Guru
However
The man was not found
He had already died
.
Though he had been
There waiting for me
On the same spot
Exactly eleven years ago
Our meetings had
Therefore to take
Place in the spirit
More than as a
Conversation
.
Another little man
A boy had been born
In the meantime
With his very own
Passions and problem
Mirroring the old
Master but much
Wiser
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MiraclesÂ
I am waiting for a miracle
That I know
Will never happen
I am still calm
Maybe I don’t
Need miracles
Anymore
