Letter

Son,

talk to me more!

Ask me how I am,

if I'm doing well...

Or tell me, sometimes,

a little something about yourself.

I no longer know for so long

what birds nest and sing

in your heart.

I fear that imagination

might cast us even further apart, somehow...

How will we find each other again then,

in the great silence,

or in the storm?

How will we recognize each other,

when we are to appear together?

“Behold, I and the children whom God has given me”

how will I be able to say?

Look, I am learning with difficulty

to recognize, to cherish, to give thanks for all things, for all things are good!

Maria Dragomirescu

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