A Maze Of Living Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

You are wandering the maze of the life
not seeing the purpose or the meaning,
and after all you know that the 'royal road'
is leading where the beginning and the end
are touching each other in the same point
of the birth and the death.
You cannot find the footpath
to 'arbors vitae'.

Maze is darkering, and you are lacking
the lamp post lightening darkness up.
At least, I will help you, I will indicate the route,
for whom you cannot find.
Rely on my shoulder,
it is strong and tough.

Give your weight, I will carry it.
Look into my eyes,
you will find relief,
frankness and love in them.
Hold the heart, it for you is also beating.
Together we will be following the road
who will lead us out of the maze.
At her ending you will see the light.

It, approaching,
if we don't turn
aside from the due path,
when we don't reject
gifts a Providence
is not giving out which to us...

Nothing is happening for no reason,
so let us learn not to make the same mistakes and let us
ask God and the man to forgive guilts for us for the sake
of the Great Mercy.
Because we are only pawns
on the chessboard of Him...