Apocalypse

 Burning bush

God

after silence

in the land of Canaan

the will and the command

I do not give birth

I am born every moment

in the form in the dimension

Oh! my son

my breath

fruit that matured

within time

in body delivered

I stop the sun

I kneel humbly

in front of the altar

which is flaming

semen of light

subjugated

The Wise Men

in the wilderness they reconcile

Oh my soul

to the mercy of God

the blessing

Apocalypse