• SONG OF THE INEXHAUSTIBLE SUN, Karol Wojtyla

1.
Your eyes fixed on the soul,
as the sun that leans on a leaf,
making sap rich for blossom.
The good is transparent,
centered in the ray, a current.
But, Master, what will become
of the leaf and the sun? Look,
evening approaches.
2.
The soul is unlike the leaf.
The leaf cannot follow the sun,
fading when its green burns out.
It is the sun that moves
farther from the leaf,
the circles widen as it runs.
It's not enough for the leaf
that the day dawns every day,
the sun rises every day.
Death is only the sun's ray
too short on the sundial of hours.