Added 13 October 1997
Broken melodies
The man on the cross,
Why do we raise
I swim in emptiness
I must release
This night here
My Baptism In Black
And splashes of red
Blood spilled for who?
His Most Holy,
Certainly more holy than I
A mere son of God
And not the Son of God
This man in front of me
To such an exultant high
While he lives and relives in ecstasy
I live in endless torment in his presence
Release and face myself
For I will not find myself with Him
Nor can I be complete in His presence
This Christmas Eve
Sitting here in the house of God
This is my trial
Written 24 December 1990
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