I can touch God with my fingers
And feel every purity through you
He is our bridge from the finite and infinite
And He use to you, to make you a new being
Reborn from the shadows and to a format
from a sublime spirit...
I can touch God with my fingers
And smell every scent from your wings
And the scent of the forest where you live
I'll be going to you, visiting you across this line
Because I know that before one who protects us
There will always be a hope and a new beginning.
I look around and my fingers touch the face of God
And I feel your bright eyes, exclaiming in a whisper:
Peace!
(Joyce Martins)
