PSALMS © 2008
The mystery of Christ revealed itself in fullness,
And the face of a sad boy, once in stillness,
Shone with a light that transfigured the world,
In an eternal play, that never ceased.
Now a man, he still holds the gaze of a child,
Radiating the soft hue of hope.
Even in the falls, in the stumbling of the journey,
The tears he sheds are delicate pearls.
They are nostalgic memories of his lost childhood,
But in each drop, life is revived.
Christ, in His pure essence, holds that glow,
Which transforms pain into love and tears into a path.