These days over the clouds

These days over the clouds
Make me feel I am proud
Of my constant researching
Even if I found nothing

These days over the clouds
Among woods and speaking mouths
May be I’m just a crumble
From which bread am I come from?

And Job says grief can’t have sense 
If you see in it the absence 
You need to give direction 
Towards God 

It’s natural believing 
Into the soul you find it 
And sometime speculations 
Push us far 

These days over the clouds
Aside life I’ve set down
My future doesn’t own to me
I invent a new way to live

These days over the clouds
The Bible is here allowed
To make richer my mind
Or to make me less blind

And Job says grief can’t have sense 
If you see in it the absence 
You need to give direction 
Towards God 

It’s natural believing 
Into the soul you find it 
And sometime speculations 
Push us far 

28th August, Monastero de La Verna (AR)

* Giobbe, personaggio biblico, protagonista dell'omonino libro dell'Antico Testamento