Your face has cascaded down
Like leaves in autumn's sequence
I see you have grown fainthearted
Famished by the quotidian succession
The savor of the vine has left
Your tongue of communion
For your wineskin has not been preserved
You have been drawn away
Led astray by frivolous desire
But this deterrent will not hold you down
Nor hold you back
Lift your chin and open your eyes
For the sky is falling on you
For in your wanting you have been found
In your search His eyes have not turned
Return to your first love
And shatter this daily cycle

ENVIAR CORRECCIONES