I can’t submit to the Heavenly Low
If Lord are my love and my light.
He gave me the ways on the earth, I’ve to go,
How I can step aside?I break all nets by which people are drawn
Dreams, deepest sadness and bliss.We are not slaves, we are children His own,Children are free as He is.I pray my God, who produced all the living,Using the name of His Son:Father, let our unambiguous willingEver be righteous and one!
I look at a sea
the greedy one and fervent,Chained to the
earth, on the depleted shore…
Stand by a gulf
over the endless heavens,And could not fly to azure, as before.
I didn’t decide to join or slaves, or rebels,
Have no a courage nor to live, nor
I feel my God
but cannot say my prayers,I want my love
but can’t find love of mine.
I send to sun my worship and my groan,
I see a sheet of clouds, pale and cold…
What is a truth? It seems to me, I know,