WITH LOVE, YOU CLEANSE
I was guarded, walking in the hallways long,
passing solid walls, many closed doors
Colourless and plain.
Turning the corner to the right,
I stepped on the threshold...
my breath was caught with might.
In white garments, two angels I presumed
stood silent and tall.
Concerned about me they were not,
facing the window across the deep hole.
What seemed bottomless was full.
Altogether, not knowing,
in silence and solitude, they dwell.
The rays of purest white fire
on earth not seen,
shooting, straight up
like an upright beam.
As I marvelled and stared,
the floor appeared,
forming a man.
Sitting was he,
about me, not aware.
In his suffering without rejection,
resolved was he to pay his debt.
I have known about this person,
to find him here...
surprise caught my breath.
The prayer left my lips,
for mercy upon the soul in cleansing,
For my part, in Your will
his countenance
promptly I forget.
BOZICA GRSKOVIC, 1999