41
While God waits for His temple to be built of love,
men bring stones.
42
I touch God in my song
as the hill touches the far-away sea
with its waterfall.
43
Light finds her treasure of colours
through the antagonism of clouds.
44
My heart to-day smiles at its past night of tears
like a wet tree glistening in the sun
after the rain is over.
45
I have thanked the trees that have made my life fruitflul,
but have failed to remember the grass
that has ever kept it green.
46
The one without second is emptiness,
the other one makes it true.
47
Life's errors cry for the merciful beauty
that can modulate their isolation
into a harmony with the whole.
48
They expect thanks for the banished nest
because their cage is shapely and secure.