Poetry

In this bright hot summer
with its clear blue sky
where the sun shines like an eye
that is full of glory
 
I want to pray to You
who brings all things to maturity,
who makes the plants flower,
who brings trees to their fruit
 
and with each hot ray
that continually falls upon me
it’s as if Your love
endlessly circle out wider and wider to me
 
and when the first leaves fall
it’s as if your Spirit also does observe the colours,
as if You have got even the paltriest things
in your omnipotent hands.