The pillars of the ruined cathedral
reach for the sky
like the masts of a shipwreck.
This earth has drunk blood and fire
over all the generations
when it was a highway of war.
The ash remembers.
Its double trunk
suggests a woman open for love
or a mother holding her baby.
I choose the mossy side
and enter her embrace.
This is a place where
I can always come
to see with Bohemian eyes
and cherish soul
that awakened in me here
among stone and ash.
- .Panenský Týnec, Bohemia, September 24, 2015
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