when I go



Many white horses
in ignorance
very tamed ones
while horizon went
blur
And I forgot my names

When I go knocking on heaven’s door
I don’t want my white and black pebbles
to be counted
I want to tell about all the times I was 
in dung
and felt a hand lift me up
I want to tell about all the times I was hungry
and got a bellyful of food
I want to tell about all the times I was thirsty
and got soothed by nothing like tears

When I go knocking on heaven’s door
I don’t want my judgement bells
to go ringing from cloud to convincing one
I want the bells to call on the wild pains
and the lost times
to bring us back home
in our own light happy
steps


Published by chameleoniantimes

Chameleonian Times, works by Helene Vanderhulst

%d bloggers like this: