Everything I’ve lost is with Jesus

the sound of cracking stone wakes me up
with surprise, I notice both my hands at work
pulling out the tiles from the streets, while I supervise
a quest for a missing prayer
colliding with the artificial serenity of daytime
my hands will not rest, until
I’ve revived the words that I’ve lost
‘a dislocated city will not be able to keep
its secrets for too long’, my hands whisper
I unexpectedly think of Jesus, and nod

(Nov.2011)