Fullness

Fullness

I live under the glare of a star
detached from the short earthly path
attached to the love of true life
in the mystical bed of eternity.
 
The hours were of the time consumed,
lonely passage to worlds of vain chimeras,
path already traced to foreseen destination
where tonight's rumba ends.

From vain prosaic ties free, the soul
his infinite journey without hesitation undertakes
beyond so much pain and so much death,
 
 only seeks strength  in   the quietness of  Peace
to be his carrier pigeon of goodwill
that somewhere in the world God awaits