in stillness of my heart
to my spirit
i whispered:
‘in the remaining little life
i will indulge
exchanging my lifeless idols
to the living God
of sparrows and swallows’
‘i may regain
my childhood strength
for silliness, swiftness
and celebrate the care-free life
of flying with freedom
and no anxiety’
but my idols heard me
and refused to let me exchange
values, exclaiming
with great revenge:
‘doom you are, with your habits
of craving’
leaving me
to live
grudging my idols!
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