In the leaves of fleeting time
In the leaves of fleeting time
blows the breeze of the Divine. I admittedly get scared when I call and none is there to reply with a voice over and above the noise. When I think of my last day remorse beckons me to pray for the sins I have committed and in truthfulness admitted to my Creator and God. I’m a footnote in His log yet the task for me remains not to long for earthly gains but for things He only blesses with unpalpable caresses. Cultivating compassion doing charity with passion. Then perhaps I’ll be forgiven for the chances I was given in the days of my life and did wrong instead of right. I see death not with fear it’s a passage that draws near. When my mission here below is fulfilled ―I’m free to go. In the leaves of fleeting time blows the breeze of the Divine. |
In the leaves of fleeting time, blows the wind of the Divine... |
Costas Nisiotis