To go once week
to the river and
say your sins there
in a loud voice
so that they leave you
carried by the wind and the tiny wave
Go
I told you judging
and dreaming of the idea that I could
become the river myself
and you would come to me
to shout out loudly the tearful song
I’d receive your hands washing
and still remain clean
so I thought and dreamed
at the idea that I could
live in that river
make my dwelling in its depths
with large and small mountains
and you should not walk anymore
to the river
but come down in you in me
to the river of my tears you should shout
the sins with tears
until you return to the old realm
not you in the wilderness
but the wilderness in your soul
to our deliverance from the evil one.