The Prayer

The Prayer

The Temptation
The Prayer
I Leave the Church with the Candle Lit

“Why is it that noone ever loathes his body?”
Says the Apostle.
I do, I say.
I neither feed my body
nor keep it warm.
I, I tell him.

My sweet Apostle,
I defend it from the unsettling movements,
when it hits me with bodily temptations.
There, it started to paint my lips
to lure me into thoughts of love.
I reluctantly tell you, my sweet Apostle
to thoughts of love!

(Which is the garden not frequented by the snake?)

AuthorSvetlana Hristova-Jocić
2018-08-21T17:22:49+00:00 May 19th, 2012|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 83|0 Comments