Poetry
The Awakening of the Soul Through Time
Translated from Portuguese. Read the original →
Paulo MuhongoPoem · 7 stanzas · 28 lines
Some grow old with infinite grace,
Embracing the cycle of life, its essence,
Accepting the limitations the present draws,
Both physical and those of the soul in its experience.
When the day blossoms, they rise with determination,
Transcending pain, overcoming losses along the way,
Contemplating time with complete acceptance,
Fondly remembering moments spent with their loved ones.
In the gentleness of morning, they dress with care,
Not in anticipation of visitors, but out of self-love,
In a home once full of life, now quiet,
Where silence whispers and every corner holds an echo.
They play cards with themselves, solitary opponents,
For years hearing only their own voice, with no one beside them,
They immerse themselves in memories, like precious keepsakes,
Of a home once vibrant, now resting in quiet stillness.
They rejoice in knowing that more dawns are yet to come,
And with trembling steps, they water the blossoming garden,
Who knows, perhaps one day their children and grandchildren will appear,
To fill the house once more with the laughter they hold dear.
Some grow old and become sweeter,
Preserving memories of a happy past,
Delighting in the recollections their minds bring forth,
Preserving the grace of living, despite the passing years.
This is the awakening of the soul through time,
A path of acceptance, wisdom, and peace,
Where every moment is a jewel, a source of comfort,
And every memory, a treasure that life brings us.
