Tritina of the Wise Name

I beat the drums and call Your name

An echo wringing in the high skies

For nothing ever sounded so wise


Do you doubt the words of the wise

The letters that formed Your name

The ones praised by all to the skies


Feeling like they are far away, the skies

There in the high tower with the wise

No one utters the letter that are Your name


– and remind me again about the wise in the skies that speak Your name.

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