PSALMS © 2008
In the secular harvest, with hands in the soil and eyes on the sky,
I listen to the most genuine sounds, echoing like a veil.
They are ancient murmurs, coming from the heart of creation,
To exalt the spirit, in constant struggle and communion.
Sounds that elevate the soul, guiding the mind and body,
To feel the divine call, in a mystical touch, the breath.
Each sound, a note of strength, a call to love,
Reminding that in the essence of the earth dwells splendor.
In the daily struggle, I hear the eternal melody,
That makes me advance, with courage, through the inner path.
For in the harvest of life, the sounds are hidden blessings,
Guiding me to the divine, where truths are absolute.