The river of light flows with the voice of God,
healing those who are; deserving,
The path is ecumenical,

vast is thy mercy,
outstretched hands in prayer
I see the light it's getting closer,
can mercy be felt,
each extraordinary hour?

Only how can we all pray?
Faith becomes absent!

God is so quiet,
Or to us, it seems,
delirium at best!

Flowers fill...