XXVII
Inspection
of Granhult’s old church
‘The evil elf bit without warning deep into
my heart.’
Then did I flee to the Lord’s sacred
sanctuary –
but found here too a place full of Devils
painted on wood
in great magnificence, in green and gold,
with jowls
run red and venom running down for a
hundred years.
What succour came from the Vicar’s words
and Dove above his head!
I was tormented by endless singing, from
old crones with dragons’
necks and old men like me on the edge of
the grave.
Only a deceased field-mouse under the pew
kept my heart
awake. Finally the litany was over. We
trooped out like
criminals. Though in the parish house the
soul felt freer.
– God’s word is great; but its light does
not light up our dead bodies
until after talk of this and that and
several cups of coffee.
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