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While the lights still shine
in us all the years illuminate,
bringing peace to bygone days,
offering explanations that intrigue us.

For what we are today,
we experience consciously only now,
old years and all new years to come,
call for the meaning of life in answer.

For routines aren’t crucially important here,
though they act continuously strong,
the cycle of repeating our skills
gives light to the ignorance of those shadows.

Our creation is the cycle of life,
where our personality wanders everywhere,
until it nests somewhere, coils tight,
wishing that hundredth one to catch us.

We fear not the rot of those grave pits,
where only the dust of our days is laid,
though the body is temple and home to every soul,
with time every torment crumbles upon it.

Regardless of all crises and scarcities,
progress, blessings, and all inheritances,
man deeply within himself discerns treasure,
seeing self and others as priority knowledge.

That spirit in us is uniquely eternal,
the only truly most valuable, thereby happy,
in it are firmly placed goods, virtues,
inscribed in the books of life since ancient times.

Only our existence overly delights,
deep within us God’s particle dwells,
from Him we came, to Him we return,
all lived through—just so we grasp that.

With love, Željka.

Author: Željka Šabić
Poetry for the soul and growth. 📖💫
Poetess from Split, in profile intro 📖