The old tree weeps for its blossom,
the blossom for its fruit,
forgetting, when the frosts come,
the seed will weep for its root.
CONVERT
An eye for an eye
a tooth for a tooth—
this you taught me,
this was truth.
Now that I am wise,
you turn my cheek—
and leave me eyes
with which to weep.
NOT JUST ONCE
Sand and stars are not enough,
there must be proof,
such as stones capable of love
to raise up children.
A test beyond reason,
in order to move
the incredible mountain
and bring down the sun.
Something uncommon, a sign
of God in man,
not just once, but as many times
as the times demand.