Within the dark cover
of Your heavenly shell,
on the soft flesh
of Your earthly lap
I am cried,
caressed and kissed
all over:
Your bitter-sweet pain
– the apple of Your eye
and its thorn –
Your ecstasy and agony,
Your misery and Your glory,
cherished since born…
… I:
a grain of sand
smoothed into Beauty;
an Immortal Breath
from death.