As wavy lines
in concentric circles
they narrow
they disappear
such are their words
glittering all around me
here high in the Spanish mountains
where a handful of women
pray in a sunlit chapel
their voices
shrill
passionate
heaven-rushing storm
repeatedly strung together
the words of Mother and Child
negating time
giving breath to my soul
Oeke Kruythof
Jenny Narraway translation/transcreation