praised be the lord

Gustaf Munch-Petersen: Towards Jerusalem

the bush of barrenness on

the mountain of drought

awaits nothing,

stands immodest

empty –

 

when the Lord’s Day comes,

and a thousand swans lift

the veil

off the eternal gardens,

a dove shall eat

ripe berries from the bush

on the mountain of drought –,

 

and a wind shall play:

always, always

have these berries fully ripe

awaited this day,

to praise from

the mountain of drought

His Day –