The greatest painter

The greatest painter in the world is pain;
Who suffers not, implores and prays in vain;
The human being, the eternal bee,
In fragments of the fragrance tries to see;
Your soul is honey, you the honeycomb;
And for the spirit are you not the tomb?
But in the crowd you crave and cry for creed,
The resurrection is your only deed.
The trial of your life is only trail
Of the Divinity, that says: you sail
Are of the ship, that is your shape, you are
From bliss in blight and blindness not so far;
So with your muscle, with brain and with your nerve
Your task remains: to hear, to Her to serve.
Without the prayer are you not the prey
Of crawling rage that will you lead astray?
But not in vain upon your fate you trod;
At first conceal you, then reveal you God.

1995.