Crucifix

Do not cry for me, Mother, seeing me in the grave.

I

This greatest hour was hallowed and thandered

By angel's choirs; fire melted sky.

He asked his Father:"Why am I abandoned…?"

And told his Mother: "Mother, do not cry…"

II

Magdalena struggled, cried and moaned.

Peter sank into the stone trance…

Only there, where Mother stood alone,

None has dared cast a single glance.

Translated by Tanya Karshtedt