I

I am a leaf in which is growing
a cypress whose roots are in my heart
and its top is touching the stars .
I am a grain of sand in which is rising
a mountain with the feet on my feet
and the peak crowned with the sky.
I am also a note of His tune;
I am hope;
I am a letter of His poesy;
I am love.
A sparkle of His fantasy;
I am a wanderer
Waiting to come back home;
I am not - waiting to be.