Song of Pity

In the fields of Bethlehem a stone

stands upright, solitary: an ancient tomb.

But as soon as midnight sounds, one sees

a beauty leave her underground dwelling

to come up onto the earth.

Behold her as she makes her way silently

toward the Jordan. See her silently

contemplate the sacred currents.

A tear falls then from her pure eye

into the peaceful currents of the river.

And gently the tears run

one after another, fall into the Jordan,

carried away, drawn away

by the mystery of the waters.