My church by Matilda Caragiu-Marioteanu, translated by Steliana Gima

My church is the sky
It is the wind that blows
Between me and Him
Without walls
Without towers
Without roof
My heart as a bell
That exhausts beating
With love.
My church is the sky,
The stings of the mind
Ripping the clouds
I rise
I elude the cloths
The people
The dust
Of anything that creeps on the earth
my church is the sky
since the son of Man
is caught and crucified on earth