The future is as irrevocable
as the past is rigid. Nothing is not
silent writing
of the eternally indescribable,
whose book is time. Who departs
your house has already returned. Our life
is a future and a beaten track.
Nothing says goodbye. Nothing abandons us.
Do not give up. The cage is dark,
the wires incessant iron,
but in some bend of your enclosure
there may be a carelessness, a slip—
the road as fatal as an arrow,
but in the cracks God waits in ambush.
as the past is rigid. Nothing is not
silent writing
of the eternally indescribable,
whose book is time. Who departs
your house has already returned. Our life
is a future and a beaten track.
Nothing says goodbye. Nothing abandons us.
Do not give up. The cage is dark,
the wires incessant iron,
but in some bend of your enclosure
there may be a carelessness, a slip—
the road as fatal as an arrow,
but in the cracks God waits in ambush.
