This Sunday

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