Lens Front Element Replacement

Nicolas Poussin (painted in 1657 or 1658)

Joseph You're right, it's time to go
To save our children and our last smiles

Look! My hands are shaking and my heart speeds up!
Listen! She comes to us! The terrible wrath! It
Herod! The fool! It kills friends and brothers!
It destroys our houses, our crops, our dreams!

This chaos in the dark, is the powerful punch that hits
without hearing the cry of innocent

Flee! Flee! We can no longer
nothing
Flee! Flee friend!
It is no longer our land

Our people hope that we escape,
That one day we will arise an army of boys
To carry our words and they will defend us!
even stronger then, could we return?

You are right, for now, it's time to go
Silently, softly, on tiptoe ...

Tell Me, You, to whom the angel spoke, Where
we find refuge?
Where will we be loved?

Poem by SL