Everything that I’ve cared about-
Does not regard me in the same way
Much like the Sun over the mountains
Sometimes wondering-
Why they never glance at the sky once and again
Oh savior,
Take me into your blessed hands
Show me the wonderful magnificence above
Lying beyond what my mind has searched for
Everything that matters has been dying away
Much like the leaves in autumn
Sometimes wondering-
Why the wind doesn’t stop to ask if it feels pain
My lord,
Cleanse my soul from this malignant essence
Of this irreproachable caprice not willing to extend
To your graces,
From such solemn places
As these foreboding origins remain
Everything that has been promised no longer lives
Much like the light of stars
Sometimes wondering –
Why it has to exist so far away into the dark....
Copyright © Juan Antoněo Thomas, 2005
God and Aether
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