Montsalvat After Richard Wagner's Parsifal
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Those who should be bearers of grace
cannot remember the path to the sacred mountain.
In their dreams they see only leering skulls.
Childish lovers flaunt their seductions
before a broken temple; a simple wound
strikes terror in an aged healer;
sons abandon saving hopes
their parents conceived; a beautiful woman
distrusts her mirror...
What is needed cannot be promised
by a god who doubts his power.
What is needed must be offered
by a priest who yearns for godhead.
What is needed will be achieved
by a believer who waits for centuries...
A warrior, wandering in the exhausted forest,
drops his sword, kneels and prays by a lake.
Oh, the stillness of this Friday morning!
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