The path of time has slipped through the endless clock

The path of time has slipped through the endless clock, The trail of life has stretched and in the void, it lingers long, Silence wraps itself in the shadow that was time's measure, Soon, the divine edge will pass, and eternity unravels. Whisper to them, citizen of the early dawn, servant of gentle words, Traveler marked by the sun, with steps in the abyss lit by rays, A walker who follows the dice of destiny, confident in his being, Their ascent is underway, awaiting the divine light to greet it. Oh, my envoys, heralds of a world below the stars, Where souls reconcile with dawns dried by the dew of ephemerality, I have walked through the sphere of the visible with knees raised, Listening to the One who majestically descends above the seas. With the bitterness of the voice that has filled the skies from Jerusalem, Despair buds on cherubic wings, while He whispered my name and broke the path from my anchored heart, "Follow My way", the sky spoke, and the storm descended. Unbraided speaker, you have stretched across so many untrodden paths, You have danced with the core of the day, and dusk found you unshaken, Harbinger of wonder, you have bloomed and blessed through good deeds, But the pure light will find you, in the calm where you will be laid. The curtain of the dawn reveals acts seen by pure hands, From their light arises, in accord with the ordinance of the open sky, White and black are woven with grace, but they don’t serve to conceal, All enlightened deeds, all will be kept in the splendor of the night. For so says the Keeper of time, the Master of heaven and earth, For so speaks the Torch that illuminates even the brightest nooks, "You can always reveal yourself, for your deed, you will soon be rewarded", The magical mystery of life reveals its grandeur in equal, profound rhythms.