To-day I suffer.

To-day I suffer for you

because you must be really suffering.

To-day all doors are shut

for mercy and compassion.

To-day a fallen angel

returning from his glory

because the dream is gone

and found to be unreal.

To-day we stop to think. . .

To-morrow we shall stretch our hands

and reach beyond the stars

and beyond the horizon.

To morrow we shall understand

what we could not in silence.

And then you know that somewhere

in the emptiness of a real universe

our eyes have met.

Alfred Grech

07-07-2019