I know I’ve been looking for you since my first breath.
I never stopped.
My soul has not forgotten, it always spoke to me,
since the day I opened my eyes to the light of this world.
Little by little, I was no longer able to listen… I forgot that voice, that whisper, which became more and more distant…
Other voices came, overbearing, impetuous… I followed them, in the maze of experiences.
Orphan of Mother and Father. Alone.
In the abandonment which I tried to fill by all means.
But nothing could take your place.
I sought you, as a hart yearns for the pure flowing streams.
I wanted to quench my thirst at your source.
I call you God, people have instructed me to give you this name.
But I don’t know your name.
I don’t know what you are.
I don’t know who you are.
I cannot grasp you.
Yet I seek you.
Yet my heart knows you.
I learned to contemplate you in Life.
I tried to probe your power, your forces.
I was arrogant in my desire to know you to the point of wanting to take your place.
I wanted to be like You. I wanted to be You.
My soul never forgot its origin, it always spoke to me, making me feel a deep nostalgia.
Now, humbly, I would like to ask you not to distrust me.
I don’t want to possess you.
I don’t want to force our encounter.
I don’t want to get to you indirectly, through deception.
I just want you to dwell again in my heart, I will prepare it for you… I am waiting for you.
