God’s sandal

God, so alone You must have been

That You even created me,

You, natural like a fire column

In the change-burning desert,

Day-night, water-earth, sky-oath,

That I appeared from rainbow,

A kind of infinite opportunities list,

Always snowed in dispelling by everyone,

As if the dust from Your sandal

Would have been abashed by the world scenery

And shaken on lilies pollen

Said the word Fiat, to be made from clay,

And then Lux, to be made from light,

Like an incomparable vision of my body.

Then you walked through a happiness river

And gave me the power to cry an ocean! Tr. M.R.M. Monica Rodica Muscalu