How I can keep safe a treasure that does not belong to me?
How I can always keep alive a single given truth?
How can I?
The memory is inside my body and my body is a thief
My heart gives up easily and beats with speed
because of the foolishness of this world.
Then, who am I?
All what I am now came from that treasure
Thus I am just a will for God
A will!
My willingness will be my daily offerering
My offering will be prayers
My prayers will be little acts
And through my acts I want to give
my most precious gift
my willingness that I now know
Will be in God's Hands
To Opus Dei
When I am happy
and my heart is full
of sweet dreams
(Dreams from these worlds)
I go to my eye
and cleaning it up
and giving up to these dreams
they became small gifts to Who
gives me all
my happiness
my hopes
Then I return
from my heart
to be happy again
with anything but with all:
His everlasting presence.
