Starting now my long journey
I can’t find what to take with me
Everything seems to have disappeared
Like ashes of burned books
Like tears of melted candles
Like dead leaves in the storm
Like rain drops on the ground
Like weeds in the harvest
Like the moon in dark clouds
Like the stars in summer’s downs
All others have been only shadows
It had to be so
To travel without a cane
Without a bag
Without a coin
Only the Mercy of Lord in my mind
Only the Light of the Cross in my eyes
Only His Sacrificial Love in my heart

Stavros J. Baloyannis
Aπό την συλλογήν Σταύρος Ι. Μπαλογιάννης
Μνησθήσομαι του ονόματος Σου, Θεσσαλονίκη 2020