All (wo)men carry stories in their heart, and they write so passionately
With the ink called soul
And the pen called body
(S)he pursues, O how (s)he pursues
Essentially (wo)man is a pen that writes itself
In the language only (s)he can understand
With expressions only (s)he can pronounce
That's why life is a literature, and my life a piece of art
Writing, having a perspective, having a proclamation on the beatific creatures of God
is a life,
And here it is,
My homage to the writers' nation,
One nation, Christian nation, my elation
How beautiful it is this creation
I hear the enchanting chants of holy men
How inexhaustible it is the fiery procession of godly men
With a will to holiness
People are foggy about the prompt, but the prompt was to write well
That is, to make our hearts good
That is, to walk in singleness of heart in the fear of the Lord
That is, to write a romance!
That is, to love, to declare the marvelous Love
The prompt was to be loved
The prompt was to be love
Everything is made of love
Everything is, because of love
Everything eternal is of love
Justice is fair as
Fairness is just
"What is the end of gratitude?", Philosophy questions
"Good deeds that glorify God" Theology responds
Hanging on the running train, I fly away my hair like a freedom
My whole embodiment is circular, and here is my joy
For I know the Fountain of Life after which I thirst nevermore
The Hope that is the Lord's Covenant of Salvation
What do I have? Nothing but the Blood!
That is my infatuation, the song of songs, the name of names,
JESUS CHRIST THE SAVIOR OF MANKIND
For God so loved the world that He gave His one and only Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life (John 3:16)
