This morning i walked the road of awe.
I met frustrated gods and angels sad.
The people had abandoned them and the magic had tumbled.
Now, the people are orphans, wanderers across the night,
frightened meteors looking for the source.
”Where to look for it?’’‘’Don’t look away.
The sanctuary manifested in the bird that wakes the sun in the morning with its song,
in the raindrop that narrates the sorrows of the sky,
in the air that whispers secrets in the trees, in the arrival of sparrows”.
Sanctuary, the Great Welcome.