Home less, Hopeless I’m walking on the roads of life
Home.
Home less Hopeless
I’m walking on the roads of life
asking everyone if all that I see
it’s only a dream, a bad dream, a nightmare …
Far to home, without hope, without future.
I know what’s meaning love
but I cannot catch the love.
I know what’s meaning happyness
but it’s very far from me.
It’s dark. My soul is in the darkness
my thoughts are full of doubts.
I’m only waiting
I would understand if it’s only an illusion,
Only shadows, only an close path.
I would speak with my friends
with the people of my family
but not now.
Now I prefere to keep calm and quiet
to wait the change of tide,
from high to low to cross the road
now hidden from the water of ocean
and to arrive, at last, in the isle of myself
a poor imperfect God
choosen to become perfect.
Yes, it was many year ago,
it was an eighth of March
I tried to know if the friendship was a bad friendship
or a simple … or it was more of a normal friendship
something of beautiful to keep carefull as it was a hidden treasure
hidden as the road under the big waters
where it’s impossible to breath.
Like to a man, a merchant, seeking goodly pearls,
who having found one pearl of great price,
having gone away, hath sold all,
as much as he had, and bought it.
Like that man I found my pearl in my isle
but the tide is changed
and four walls of water are around me
and I cannot show anyone the wished gem that I finded,
that it was just in front of me, into my mind, into the deep of my heart.
But this isn’t a problem
this is a time to enjoy my treasure
She lights all my sight, the place is full of light.
She is as a star, as a sun, in my hands.
There will be a time to show to all what it is,
how is possible to find the road, to perform the path.
It was a charism born and
when a charism borns a new strength graze us
a new grace change the world, the crazy world,
giving it a pulsing heart,
full of charisms, grace and love,
to able to transform the earth
in only thing, in one loving heart,
asking to Lord:
‘Come Back, keep the promise to rebuild Sion’.
Yes my Lord, I Know, you rebuild Sion,
joining hearts that love, as you did:
Jesus, therefore, having seen his mother, and the disciple standing by,
whom he was loving, he saith to his mother, ‘Woman, lo, thy son;’
afterward he saith to the disciple, ‘Lo, thy mother;’
and from that hour the disciple took her to his own HOME.
Claudio Pace Blogger 10 Marzo 2015 su Home less …
Nella Pagina seguente la traduzione in Italiano
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