This Sunday’s quietude clears the space
The sky’s light burns every scam in mind
(waiting for anything, in limbo states,
desires, expectations, stupid plans,
a chain of words that paves reality)
A green-white-golden peace
Fills the air that I breathe.
This Sunday’s spotless sky
Reminds me of a mountain,
The clear encompassing vision
Unveiling our eyes.
This Sunday’s peace reminds me of a story
That shows the truth as pure light
(the one that burns all lies)
The one of love that shines so bright
That we can’t see its truth.
This Sunday reminds me of Christ.
Daniela Marin – Sunday, August 06, 2017