Canticle 55

(…)
you talk to me about blessing
and you repeat
khamsa khamsa khamsa

I’m willing to believe you
I note the strangeness
of your Trinitarian murmur
you who do not believe
in the Trinitarian God
and invoke
the five fingers
of an invisible hand

In the end
it’s me
who lacks faith

You know
we get tired of
being right
too soon
we get tired of
being a Cassandra
ten years ahead of time

Perhaps that’s the real curse
not of not being listened to
but of remaining powerless
when you saw it all coming
so long ago
that you end up
having a tarnished image
of miracles
and possibilities
finding time so long
so long

Yet
paths must
be forged
if we believe
and I do believe
in free will
in the fact that we are not
and will never be
pawns
in God’s hands
we sometimes choose
to be pawns
in the hands of other
humans
that’s all

The hand you invoke
again and again and again
is wide open
it blesses
I think
more than anything else
it seems to me the most important thing
to produce
good
and just words
in the face of all the aggression
the hatred
the vanity
of words corrupted
by humans
we must put again
a little
salt
onto the earth