Wish that I do not cease to seek,
In my busy way of living,
The Path to turn back to,
When I might deviate myself.

Trying to live with an open heart,
Even if it is hurt,
And feeling your presence in the others,
You, “hidden Jesus”.

“From here I go to Heaven”.
I feed myself from this hope.
Till then, let comfort arrive to the ones 
who rest in your lap.

________
Juliana Costa, Barcelos