FROM EARTH TOWARD THE SKY

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Dawn gives its beginning:
first moments of light
open the gates of the sky.
The sun radiates its first glow,
light of a new day
illuminates my thoughts.
The clouds do not cover
the meaning of my simple words.
I am surprised by wonder,
and from there
my voice opens.
A prelude to meditation,
it brings me back, present,
into my inner world.
I wonder how
the sky might be touched
with my hands.
Just a little,
without going beyond my limits,
only to understand,
no more than a dream.
It is a trick of the mind:
I let myself be carried away
by the desire to know.
It is not strange.
Where does it find its hold…
the impossible,
the improbable,
within my desire to desire.
I would not want to move away
from this dream.
The idea of a thought of mine
remains in the shadow of a mystery:
what is there beyond the sky…
Hands raised toward the sky
cry out hopes,
let them escape.

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Go, run, come out into the open:
the higher you fly,
the stronger the voice will become.
The trust of your faith,
a promise that finds rest,
an expectation you never hoped to have.
Becoming aware…
you were prepared to wait,
you took your time.
The love of your belief
has found the traces
of the Spirit of God.
From earth toward the sky,
in the hands of man,
reveals its life;
toward an open road,
embraces its destiny.
The endless story of an inspiration
remains in the shadow of a mystery:
what is there beyond the sky…
Author’s Note
Sometimes a question begins with something very simple: looking at the sky and wondering what might exist beyond what our hands can reach.
This poem was born there, between the desire to know and the limits we cannot cross. The mind goes farther, hope follows, and faith enters quietly: not to give an answer, but to leave its traces along the way.
Perhaps some questions are not meant to disappear. We carry them with us, from earth toward the sky, allowing mystery to remain mystery.
— Antonio Castellaneta

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