BPOWEEN 2025

MY CHRIST...

Tears surrounded by...source and flame...

Covered with a coat of earth... wrapped in space...

Good Lord! Violet in the dark corner

Between the elements, I grow in my fate...

You between the beginning and the end of the universe

Bowed at the source... moving towards the shores...

Lord, what pierces us with your eyes like a sword

You are above these elements – Alpha and Omega!

From birth to death Your good face

Your eyes are immense looking over us

From the abyss to the abyss we can't think

For eternity, what's going on with the dead stars?

On your human face a trace of time on your forehead

And the date on which we have human consciences

Because we know that the date is coming.

Where will my face be shed in blood!

And you carry us in suffering above human affairs

Only a shroud of death will you leave bleeding

So we can see your earthly footprints

When you look through the bitterness of the thorn crown

Your eyes are immense watching over me

They make me see light... color... and conscience.

Oh, my God! It stays erstwhile you see everything...

Humility and prayer, love and silence.

This is where he's been...

This is how Christ walked! in the large coat of light

Still the forest kneels with breath

He's been through our lives.

To awaken a dormant conscience within us

This is how Christ came!

Over all tree... Over the 20th Century

In the dark, he lit with a match of love

Bend tenderly over all man

This is where Christ walked! with the church of the pilgrim

He multiplied the Word like fish and bread

Join those who have trusted him

And they walk with him like mystical singing

This is where Christ came along the Vistula banks!

Shining crosses among forests and fields

This is where he came through the uprisings and wars.

To bear with us misery and pain...

This is where Christ walked! in the glow of the Decalogue

Over each of our bowed tears

It is He who lovingly helps us to lift up

Our Freedom of religion The large House

This is how Christ came to our meeting!

He was just speaking our Polish language.

While he was waiting for a gathering with the pilgrimage

With his parent somewhere under Czestochowa

This is where Christ came in the crown of suffering!

Under the cross of sin alone and sick

Look for Him in Exhibition windows

When we deficiency humility

This is where Christ walked!

Still burning fresh traces of blood

That's where he came in carrying History.

Our crazy dangerous days

This is how Christ walked! in the large coat of light

Still the forest kneels with breath

That's where he went crying through our land.

To awaken the dormant Conscience in us...