INFINITE GRACE
José Araujo de Souza
In the morning
waking up to the sun
lighting up the sky,
I say a prayer
thanking God
the Infinite Grace,
this joy
to be born again.
And I start to work
until the night comes
and find me tired
and cover me with stars
on my return home
under moonbeams.
Goodbye, so,
once again,
recognized,
I thank you for the good
to have lived.
