Allelujah

Look at the sparrows flying from the tomb.

Give me their names on a white sheet of paper.

Outdistance the storm, be afraid of the silence.

Search out the ruins of carrousels. 

Run your fingers through rain.

Treasure the hands of another.

Mix up the colors, throw them to the sky.

Drag the stars into it. 

Pick up the pieces, build windows.

Sow seeds in burnt ground.

Visit the chapel at the side of the road in the autumn.

Learn of blind ponies who worked deep in the mines.

Compose often, not just when you feel like it.

Strict attention to the child learning to write.

Take care of the flag on whose cloth the name of a country has never appeared.

Walk through fields of milkweed as they catch fire in wind.

Stand at the border.

Go out of your way to retrace an overgrown path.

Conduct surveys at sunset, set up a table at dawn.

Wait with the crestfallen.

Tear the shrouds from the mirrors.

Look what I have found in the desert.

Give it up to the poor. 

Remember the street corner in Kosovo where the band played on.