Crucial Life
by Gil CamporazoInfirm emotion that leads me to the world of woe,
To the sea of loneliness and unhappiness,
To the arena of fiery, arduous rivalry,
And to the cursing place of Golgotha.
Blessed to the mind; polluted to the eyes;
The memoirs that had been left
Like an astronomical grains of sand
That spread along the splashing seashore
Were iniquities.
Nature, however, helps --
Like the whizzing breeze of summer,
That allures my willing heart
To pursue my sailing toward the undiscovered world,
Is gone forevermore.
It is gone to last the barrier of veracity
That impedes my sailing aim
To succeed in my trying attempts
And to be calm in my distressing situation
That echoes to my state of pensiveness.
Like the beaming moon of October
That alludes me in times of query,
That annoys me in times of solitude,
That intoxicates me in soberness,
Is now leading me to a righteous path of eternity.
