You were prayer
When faith had been lost
And you were a calling
In a peculiar time
When everything was supposed to be silence
And I was invaded by doubt
The world was closed in on itself
And had become monotonous
Everything about it was pale and raw
Everything about it was fear and epilogue
In the uncertainty of what was to be announced
There were no more plans
There were no more certainties
There were no more comings and goings
And I was also waiting
By the shore of the river of life
That for once seemed equally suspended
And it was in this pause that you revealed yourself
Quietly
Because everything in you was acceptance
Unpretentiously
Because you knew that everything eclipses
Without promises of salvation
Because once you too had been doomed
And what did you have to offer then?
Poetry in times of horror
Patience beyond impetuosity
Lucidity between reigning madness
Love despite all the displays of hate
Forgive me for my indiscretions
I know you’d prefer me to have silenced these words
After all you aspire more to content than form
And the work interests you more than the author
But you are so much in so little
So that I can keep all this
Just to myself