As I woke up to God's fingers reaching on me

A light so bright it blinds my naked eyes 

A warm air flow slowly 

Fondle my bare skin, forces it to spend another hours with innocence mundanes

A soft voice is heard speaking words of wisdom 

Telling me to hang in there 

At the edge of a steep cliff

Staring blankly towards the silent sky 

Hoping, praying to something that a hand is going to show up  

I'm scared, God. 

I'm scared of the bottomless valley below me 

I'm scared of how high and broad the sky is 

I'm standing in between a firmament that holds a legacy and a land full of rottenness 

I can't look either way, both are going to rip my soul, tore them to shapeless flakes

Then You come

Holding my dirty hands 

Look me straight in the eyes and ask to stare still

You don't want me to look up nor to glance down 

"Walk straight, you are doing alright."

You planted a seed on my cell :

Don't grieve over the past 

Don't fear for the future

Because the only thing that matter 

Is now.