light slants at an angle

translated by PLS

it must have been a wintry afternoon

the singing in the church dragged bitterly

retelling the past of the son of God

apart from heartbreaks

we haven’t had doubts about God

the seals on the Bible locking inexplicable despair

the air strewn with stress from breathing

the poet gazing at the churning of the heart

ambushing in the shadow

because light, slants at an angle