The Bread

This is not an atheist poem. I am a truly religious person. But it is about eucharist and the pain to accept the sacrifice of Christ. Trying to do something else instead...

I’m wandering on the barren shore

between night and day

my knapsack is filled  with pebbles

picked at random

 

I sit down on a taller hillock

gathering dry sand in my palms

washing my face for a long time

a drop of blood trembles under the eyelid

 

from my chest pocket

I take out a piece of old dough

untying my handkerchief full of salt

I roll it all over

and tear it to pieces

with a heavy heart

 

my lips have sores

whitened teeth are almost shaking

a higher sky burns in my eyes

here comes the sun after the snowfall

like a reddish mirror

 

this winter birds are well fed

soon I’ll go home

step after step on the same road

sprinkled with crumbs

Reviews

[Marie]

Communion in the strangest ot ways...a face washed with sand...perhaps a journey...?

[Cristina Moldoveanu]

You are so kind Marie, I hope to read some of your stories soon.
It is a journey through life and suffering, some say pity is a Christian virtue taught by Jesus Christ to us. It is so sad and it breaks my heart to think about the suffering of Christ itself and all the saints. I also cannot endure this feeling since I was a child, it is hard for me to see other suffering when I cannot help or others cannot be helped. I think pity is natural for some I don't agree with the idea that it leads to depression like Nietzsche maybe said.

[Cristina Moldoveanu]

pardon me ... Christ Himself

[Marie]

I think self-pity leads to depression...but then, self-pity is depression...

[Cristina Moldoveanu]

maybe they are the same thing like you say...