Let us hurry…

Let us hurry to love people they depart so quickly Leaving only their shoes and silence on the phone

Only what is unimportanttends to drag like a cow The most important is so fast that happens in split-second

Silence that follows – normal and unbearable Is like a clarity born straight from

despair When we think about someone who is no longer with us

Please do not be so certain that there is still time left For certainty happens to be most

uncertain

It takes away our sensitivity along with happiness And comes concurrently like pathos and humor

Just like two different passions yet not as strong as one Tend to die down so quickly, like thrush song in July Like a sound somewhat clumsy or

a vacuous bow

They have to close their eyes in order to truly see And even though to be born is a greater risk than to die

We love still too little…

and always too late…

Do not write about it too often but write once and for all And you will become like a dolphin both gentle and strong  

Let us hurry to love people, they depart so quickly And those who are not, will not always return

And you never know while speaking of love Is the first one last, or the last one first.

Poem by Polish Poet Father Jan Twardowski Music : Secret Garden

„ Sanctuary” Created

by A..a