I have walked through a life filled with sorrow. There has been so much pain, so much hurt, so much suffering in my life. Afraid that I might become a burden to this world, I hid myself behind the back door. So many things inside me slowly destroyed who I was. O pure and beautiful prayer, dry my eyes and heal me with your gentle voice. A monk who guides me toward the far shore of enlightenment looks up at me. In the silence, only your God is there. He says: Babylonia, bathed in the colors of twilight. Beyond the songs of David in the Bible, there are the sublime and noble Psalms, and the Book of Isaiah.
