From me to you or from you to me? The Old Masters how well they understood

[pineneedles]

Pieta

(Imitation of catholicpsyche)

my lord in shroud in Turin
o call the peace upon my head,
while touching your last robe
without any seams
give me your blessing
under this arch of tempered heaven you left
to come back -
help me to receive the will of your Father,
you could receive it being a man,
in this there is a single hope for me

today my soul led me to your shroud -
fragrance and flowers pollen stuck in
weavings of chronic
from that alone is my hope
your everyday breathing
replenish again and again
frame of your face
from that alone is my faith.

You are alive -
Let this be enough for me.
More and more.
Until I comfort myself under the shroud
Of your mystery.