Reading sometimes the Holy Fathers,
He who has eyes will see.
How much in the world has become a scoundrel-
Enemies of God and friends of the Serpent.
Reading the lines, where the words that the soul,
As a gift, they are given to understand themselves.
Be able to hear if God gave ears.
And with the heart of Truth in yourself to accept.
And kak-the world would not be distorted,
Forgetting the beginning and looking for an end.
And the prodigal son once came back.
In the house where the Father is waiting for him.
Reading the Fathers of the Saints sometimes,
And with every line filling the soul.
I pray with gratitude for them!
Save the Lord, that taught to listen
"REFLECTIONS" Grandpa Go