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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.
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.
Published 14th Dec 2013
| Edited 6th Apr 2014
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20th May 2017 11:54pm
......sometimes things, people and places are never known, Its like the good karma had the bad karma's back.
Everything repeats itself over and over gain
Everything repeats itself over and over gain
