such is my love

Gustaf Munch-Petersen: Towards Jerusalem

(not translated – original English)


rocky souls on the way, where

supreme delight

is but beautifying sleep –,

such is my love


that if you are stricken with mortal pain

because of me,

it is a thousand times better than

had you never met me –


if with unclean hands

I steal your sacred crown,

you shall be a thousand times more pure,

when I have left –


and if for my joy

you are killed in the meanest way,

by my hands your lips shall reach,

awakening, the brow of The Most High –


listen, ever lonesome rocky soul:

not one minute anyone of you are left –!

such is my love for each of you –