Rise, my child, embrace the breath of death…
There is no life without the grave’s kiss, no love without loss…
Remember, you must live, though fate devours, though fortune turns.
Your tears are not your shame..
they are the sacrament of pain, the baptism of endurance.
Clean your face, beloved dust, and walk again.
The road stretches, the fire waits,
even the broken are marked for salvation.
Stand, even shaking, and carry your sorrow like a torch…
its flame will guide the lost through the dark...
I have come down among you, children of ash and desire.
I see your wounds, your salt-rivers, your shattered nights.
I am older than time, crowned in bone, the eternal witness.
Yet still I kneel beside you,
and whisper again:
Rise, my child…
Memento vivere..
An1, 2025
