I came with naked thoughts
calm and concerned
a thousand prayers
had cut through my night
to build my peace of soul
and create my wandering hopes
when they believed
that I would collapse
in a tower of stillness
I stood firm and sang
an ancient byzantine chant
sanctified by centuries of asceticism
they looked at me and remained silent
the day had been sunny
and the night was clear
one could hear angels
climbing Jacob's ladder up and down
Claude Lopez-Ginisty
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