Die letzte Stunde dieses Jahres / Some Prayers

500 poems posted on this site !


Die letzte Stunde dieses Jahres

Die letzte Stunde dieses Jahres ,
ein runder Spiegel, wendet sich.
Der volle Mond, ein endlich klares
Signal, ganz hoch, verschwendet sich.
Ein glitzerndes, unabsehbares
Feuerwerkstanzen blendet dich,–
und etwas Wahres, Wunderbares
aus alter Zeit vollendet sich.

Christina Egan © 2017

Burning sparkler on black background, looking like a supernova!

Some Prayers are Like Lightning

Some prayers are like lightning
and others are like dawn,
some prayers are like sunset
and some perhaps like noon.

And saints and angels lift them
across the heavens’ dome
and lay them on the carpet
below the flaming throne.

And God will weigh and sift them
and send his answers down –
some veiled and some diverted,
some sooner, though, than soon.

Christina Egan © 2017

Photograph by Gabriel Pollard
[CC BY-SA 2.5]. Featured picture
on Wikimedia Commons.

Hochglanzfotos / glossy faces


von den letzten Hopi-Indianern
auf die Skyline der Zukunft
ohne einen Schatten von Tod

das glitzernde Fest
über dem Abgrund
ist noch nicht ausverkauft

Christina Egan © 1990

glossy faces

glossy faces
framed by paper
framed by screens
framed by windows

painted faces
painted bodies
images of desires
images of images

sculpted and painted
masks and totems
with unseeing eyes
swarming around me

a mass of masks
each one an island
drifting in an ocean
of mute music

of flashing messages
clashing messages
fake facts
fake names

glossy faces
and just so happy!

Christina Egan © 2018

While the second poem comes from a world of mobile devices and social media, the first one was written in 1989 or 1990, when computers (personal computers) where gradually being introduced and the internet (worldwide web) was only being invented. I must have been thinking of television and cinema, magazines and newspapers, posters perhaps or record covers…

This is the End (Yet all will be well)

This is the End

Most days are too harsh, and most days are too dark,
and most hours are trundling along through a void,
while the moons fade away, barely leaving a ray,
and proud cities, piled up to the clouds, are destroyed.

Yet all will be well, yes, it yet will be well,
and all manner of things will be well in the end,
when in fathomless bliss like a fathomless kiss
all the stars, all the spirits will brighten and blend.

Christina Egan © 2004

Lines five and six are a quote from Sister Julian of Norwich,
an English hermit and mystic who lived six hundred years ago.

In Advent, which this year starts today, Christians also think of
the inevitable and terrifying end of the world.

Massive stone walls piled upon each other

The Tower of Jericho, around 9,000 years old. Photograph:
Reinhard Dietrich (Own work), via Wikimedia Commons