"My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?" Mt 27, 46

Eli, Eli, lemasabachthani?

Absence 

I will lift up the vast life
that is still your mirror:
every morning I will rebuild it.
Since you walked away,
how many places have become vain
and meaningless, equal
to lights in the day.
Afternoons that were niche of your image,
music in which you always waited for me,
words of that time,
I will have to break them with my hands.
In what deep will I hide my soul
so that I may not see your absence
that like a terrible sun, without sunset,
shines definitive and ruthless?
Your absence surrounds me
like the rope to my throat,
the sea to which it sinks.

Jorge Luis Borges

source: pastoralsj