Whispers, voices, prayers
Spoke about an unknown god
Intimate
A god that could be as well included in our menu
Our life menu
A god  “A la carte”
One could get it from the sleeve
Abracadabra
And he would get out making miracles
Miracles which everybody wished impossible
In order just to test this god
A god whose Word even the stones would listen
He, with the flowers would bloom
But with the flowers he would also die
At the end of spring
A god who would be a man by birth
Would grow up communicating
With one or other in their own dreams
An illusionist
A magician
A master
Would live, he, amongst men
A god with life enough
To be a just enough god
A suffering god
To accommodate one’s temptations
Made a man; made a god
Fitted to man’s sins
To this god I would say
Oh god, I would build you up if you forgive me
I would rebuild you
Not so strong, though; not so almighty
Just enough for me to govern myself
And to forgive myself
Half man; half god
Just as it should be
A perfect god
Born from man
To have its place amongst the gods
Made from man’s will
That makes a god
At will and destroys it

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