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Dante's Hell Under Mount Saint Michael

Pierre Ionica

A Prayer To Go To Paradise With The Donkeys

When I must come to you, O my God, I pray

It be some dusty-roaded holiday,

And even as in my travels here below,

I beg to choose by what road I shall go

To Paradise, where the clear stars shine by day.

I’ll take my walking-stick and go my way,

And to my friends the donkeys I shall say,

“I am Francis Jammes, and I’m going to Paradise,

For there is no hell in the land of the loving God.”

And I’ll say to them: “Come, sweet friends of the blue skies,

Poor creatures who with a flap of the ears or a nod

Of the head shake off the buffets, the bees, the flies ...”

Let me come with these donkeys, Lord, into your land,

These beasts who bow their heads so gently, and stand

With their small feet joined together in a fashion

Utterly gentle, asking your compassion.

I shall arrive, followed by their thousands of ears,

Followed by those with baskets at their flanks,

By those who lug the carts of mountebanks

Or loads of feather-dusters and kitchen-wares,

By those with humps of battered water-cans,

By bottle-shaped she-asses who halt and stumble,

By those tricked out in little pantaloons

To cover their wet, blue galls where flies assemble

In whirling swarms, making a drunken hum.

Dear God, let it be with these donkeys that I come,

And let it be that angels lead us in peace

To leafy streams where cherries tremble in air,

Sleek as the laughing flesh of girls; and there

In that haven of souls let it be that, leaning above

Your divine waters, I shall resemble these donkeys,

Whose humble and sweet poverty will appear

Clear in the clearness of your eternal love.

by FRANCIS JAMMES

Santa Casilda

óleo de José Nogales Sevilla

Cristo de San Juan de la Cruz

de Salvador Dali

El Fugitivo de Max Ernst

La Anunciación

de Nicolás Poussin

En el nombre del Padre y del Hijo y del Espíritu Santo. Amén.

Padre nuestro que estás en el cielo, santificado sea tu Nombre; venga a nosotros tu Reino; hágase tu voluntad, así en la Tierra como en el Cielo. El pan nuestro de cada día, dánosle hoy; y perdona nuestras deudas, así como nosotros perdonamos a nuestros deudores; y no nos dejes caer en la tentación, más líbranos del mal. Amén.

Dios te salve, María. Llena eres de gracia. El Señor es contigo y Bendito es el fruto de tu vientre, Jesús. Santa María, Madre de Dios, ruega por nosotros, pecadores, ahora y en la hora de nuestra muerte. Amén.

Gloria al Padre y al Hijo y al Espíritu Santo. Como era en el principio, ahora y siempre, por los siglos de los siglos. Amén.