LETTERS TO DESTINY © 2012
Lost is the secret age in that gesture,
In a smile, the abstract canvas of love,
Painted with colors that time fades away,
But which the soul keeps within.
Thus, life has given no more than,
In longing, the memory
Slowly recalled, to be savored gently,
Like one sipping the echo of an ancient glory.
The glory of having been part
Of God's true project,
To live in love, this sacred gift,
That unites hearts to the heavens.
Now, only remains to wait,
For the secret divine wills
Once more to offer the chance
To believe again in the power of fine lives.
May the cycle of love return,
And take us back to the beginning,
Where the smile and the gesture meet,
And the divine is reborn in each verse.
For in God's project, love is eternal,
And life, with all its pains,
Remains the greatest proof
Of His power and our praises.