We are the miracles that God
made To taste the bitter fruit of Time. We are precious. And one day
our suffering Will turn into the wonders of the earth.
There are things that burn
me now Which turn golden when I am happy. Do you see the mystery of our
pain? That we bear the poverty And are able to sing and dream sweet
things.
And that we never curse the
air when it is warm Or the fruit when it tastes so good Or the lights that
bounce gently on the waters? We bless the things even in our pain. We
bless them in silence.
That is why our music is so
sweet. It makes the air remember. There are secret miracles at
work That only Time will bring forth. I too have heard the dead singing.
And they tell me
that This life is good They tell me to live it gently With fire, and
always with hope. There is wonder here
And there is surprise In
everything the unseen moves. The ocean is full of songs. The sky is not an
enemy. Destiny is our friend.
