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In the leaves of fleeting time

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​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