And then there’s peace.
The cathedral turns into an ice palace.
The columns, the walls, the statues and the pews,
the waste and the flags: All ice now.
Solid, glossy ice.
The monks transformed into crows
have left the building through the hole in the roof.
The nave’s not dark anymore.
Everything around you is white now, glistening, clean.
Colorful rays of light flood in through the roof,
and in their trembling luminescence
Flickers a vision of Mary Magdalene.
Unite ye misjudged of the earth.
She blesses you.
And your cold, cold heart feels warm,
your insecure mind understood at last.
And when she says
«Don’t take yourself so seriously»,
you close your eyes and start to see:
Neverending wonders of flowering gardens,
shimmering ponds, peaceful animals and loving humans.
There’s no malice, there’s no spite,
no ugliness, envy or fight.
Harmony.
They say freezing to death
Is the best way to die.