I am afraid of the Cross
As a drunk is afraid of sober,
As a hypermodern dreads the sublime,
Fainting with fear and foreboding,
Premonizing what is mobilizing in the world,
For the powers of heaven will be shaken.
I am afraid of the Cross,
Tomorrow stands on the other side,
That is the Day that He has made.
Today, however, is a day I have familiarized
Down to gray: