IT WAS IN THE EVENING
near the stroke of midnight
when you marked human time
with forgiveness
to those who killed you
in the torture
of the cross
If you forgave
who am I
not to do so
with those who mistreated me
to the limit of life
and sanity?
who am I
not to forgive
the Cainite and the curser?
the torturer?
and the abuser of trust?
On my way to Emmaus
I recognised you clearly
and I followed you silently
fascinated by the delights
that I find in conversation with you
during long dark nights
when the soul is full
when the flesh is calm
What binds me to your flag
is not your resurrection
but forgiveness
Igor-ur/ Palaeochristian and Prenicean archaeologist
