In the secret of the End of Days

The waves breathe while they ebb and flow
A sound rises and falls
Like a slumbering belly
I ask to beat the drums
To extract the muteness and sing praise
Like the shepherd who became king
And like the carpenter's son for whom the heavens opened
A unique light will slice my body
To view apocalyptic sights


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Translated from the Hebrew by the author, © 1996 Ella Bat-Tsion