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TEKLA

A rosary of olive pits
A prayer of Maaloula
One stone, kindness
One stone, love, another grace
Another joy.
A cross: a salvation.
 
Take me to the grave of St.Tekla
This virgin raped and freshly dead
Tied by a chain,
Now violence, now hatred, stolen,
Now anger, now fear
Cut our tongues.
 
Creating our martyrs,
To remind us of a peace
Neglected beside us
Reflected in water.
Tih-teh mal-chootukh
Your kingdom is come.
Written by whale
Published | Edited 6th Apr 2014
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