Janusz Leon Wisniewski. Loneliness in the Network (№ 173604)

God, we
You have together
At the edges of the plates,
when I poured the soup
And on the edge of the marital bed cold,
In the recesses of the wrinkles around the eyes.
We hard You have together.
And You join hands with us,
So we can't run away from each other.
And if not,
The lead us not into temptation.
Let me mourn
Sunday homemade pasta.
Let me sleep
And deliver us -
Each separately.
Amen.