Here – no angel nor seraph,
No Alverna hill, nails, spears –
Only the interminable chain of dreary days
With hymns, red dahlias, tears.
Here – no visions nor revelations,
Only a dead full moon;
But the day has come when stigmas open
In this forsaken spot too …
I see multitudes on the bridge of Cedron –
Impossible for them to keep hidden
Even under their heavy hairshirts
Of penance – the stigmas.
– Leonardas Andriekus