#407 On Brownshirt Tricks

You scream holy rage over socks and stews
With manufactured outrage to offend
“Defending God” as a young nation slews
Convulsed by demagogic discommend
With bloodshot eyes you rave and stamp your feet
With brownshirt tricks you thump your war-drum beat.

#406 On This Flag of Hope

I walk through Life like a Pierre Bezukhov
In search of Truth, I grope in the darkness
I ask myself if all this is enough
Each step a denial against the sadness
Through tears I vainly plant this flag of hope
That God’s own Mercy gives me will to cope.

#401 On the Fourth Day of Ramadan

I give of this, to You, my abstinence
From food, from drink, from haughty vanity
To turn to You in sober penitence
To reach beyond to Your infinity
Tonight I humbly seek your plenteous Grace
My poor soul dares not suffer your efface.