Our daily bread #54948

Our daily bread. Poem by Vilhjálm frá Skáholti. 2nd edition.
The book is only printed in 400 copies.


Jesus Christ and I


Here I sit alone with my self-confidence weak,

On a black rock the age is playing.

Between the clouds the moon twinkles pink

and wheelbarrows row towards the middle.

My soul seems burned by sin and more.

Oh, sit with me, good Jesus now,

Because you both come from the highest lineages

and no one knows God better than you.



I know you also know the nature of the devil,

who sits before me every day.

And though I speak little in the humility of the spirit,

No one has deeper respect for you.

Whatever our faith promises to the lost sheep,

if the humility of the tail reaches the heart,

I want to when the moon moves higher.

to talk to you like my brother.



See if we look through the mist and fog,

of the great sea, which time has increased,

then there would be much to remember, Jesus Christ,

from the morning of life, which the Lord created.

And what were Eden's earliest guardians like?

In the Garden of Eden, sin killed them.

We should remember man's first acts,

that innate splendor turned out to be third-rate.



Your mother was the Lord's only queen.

and the first and last hope of a faithful way;

Therefore, my heart is filled with awe,

For a pure virgin who raises such a son.

That birth, Christ led you to glory,

and declared you a crowned earl.

But I am just the son of a poor sailor,

which later became a curved eared man.





You cared about searching for lost sheep,

You easily took the scoundrel's taunts and mockery.

You also raised beings from the dead

and wished each person well.

And this power of yours I will gladly praise,

power that has appeared to me and others;

Therefore let there be death in my hut,

I usually die first.



And remember the evening when you gently changed,

at the wedding raindrops in wine.

Then you were kind to those who were tired.

and did not know the way home.

And I would gladly praise this quality,

who gave warmth to those who became cold;

so that not a drop will be seen in my hut,

I usually drink everything myself.





But I dare to pass judgment on you,

That judgment would also follow me.

Because there are many similarities in our natures,

although your spirit seemed more distant.

You came into the world to comfort and bring joy,

No one could comfort women better.

Instead, I have a "system" to satisfy,

a hungry people, who long for good food.



But whoever deceives and deceives the most,

the people think the best man.

It should surprise no one who knows,

some fragment of this life flowed,

Oh, my Jesus, even though you and I are estranged

and even she who once gave birth to you,

because you were not generally well-respected

and people respect me even less.



And about that matter we must never complain,

because up in the heavens such things are called buzzing,

but it is very strange to have a heart,

who cannot speak to his god.

Whomever you said last would be first,

but this is how it ended for you.

And because they crucified you, Christ,

What do they do to a scoundrel like me?