In the desert, standing on the pillar, the monks pray at his feet
Water with cumin and pepper instead of wine
A few leaves of lettuce for sustenance

He forsakes his mother and his life
Though he longs to run on the soft earth
He stands on one foot to prove his love for his God

I don’t understand even though I thought we worshiped the same God
Where is the happiness, where is the forgiveness and the grace
My God is the God of joy and love and life