I did not lose my way: A poem 

I did not lose my way 

I threw pebbles all along 

And each pebble became a star 

streetlighting this destiny 

Time and space thus move in unison 

orchestrating a divine hand 

And it is as if the universe’s womb 

opens out that historic call 

It is worth dying for, it is worth living for 

It is worth keeping in your soul 

It is worth remembering 

subconsciously and consciously 

through echelons, through aeons 

This father, mother and child 

This generative deux es machina 

that is glued to God’s glass stage 

viewed multidimensionally through every age 

between you and me, that we eternally engage