PSALMS © 2008

I make no sense, but perhaps this is my path,

For in the silence of the quest, I am tracing my destiny.

When, at last, it makes sense, I will be a raised chalice,

Filled with nectar, ready to quench the thirst of life.

The thirst of humanity, so deep and true,

Will be satisfied in my whole essence.

And when the last sip is drunk with gentleness,

Time without end will come, the sweet eternity.

In that hour, the meaning will be clear,

What was once uncertain is now rare.

I will be a chalice of love, offered to the world,

So that, in its drinking, it finds life.

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