Friday, November 11, 2016

Prayer: Sun Stone, Cantos Sagrados (James MacMillan)

They put the prisoner
against the wall.
A soldier ties his hands.
His fingers touch him - strong,
gentle, saying goodbye.

- Forgive me, companero -
says the voice in a whisper.
The echo of his voice
and of
    those fingers on his arm
fills his body with light
    I tell you his body fills with light
and he almost does not hear
the sound of the shots