I fall into the moon of dreams,
and in its fullness lose my soul,
searching through distant galaxies
for what is near.
For what shines the brightest,
guiding me on a road ever straight—
safe, yet leading uphill.
I reach out, but my hand finds only emptiness;
I open my soul, and there I find You.
Reality shapes the dust of life,
giving the strength to crawl,
to wallow in the mud of the world.
There is but one star,
one path You have shown.
Amid the many lies
and countless stars in the night,
I rise, carrying the memory
of all I had known
before I knew You.
With You, Lord,
I welcome suffering with joy.
Arkadiusz Niewolski



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