To you…  the blindest

Powerful of the world,

Trading the destinies of God’s sons and daughters

For your own self destructive pleasures and interests,

Cherishing the things of the world that soon die

Thus loving the death that force its way in your eternal soul…

To you… the blindest

Players in the game of power and fortune,

Incessantly burying the voice of your godly conscience

While spreading the shadows of your suffocating dark will…

Enjoying your superficial humanity in close circles of friends and family

While contributing to the suffering and misery of countless true brothers …

To you… the blindest

Fragile believers in your own deity

Running from the awareness that your superficial game is one of utmost despair

That you’re not masters, but puppets that need to make less than puppets from others

In order to confirm you’re much worthy of breathing

To you… lost children of the same Father

A call to wake up and make peace with your conscience

To make peace with your unavoidable dependence

To understand that all that truly belongs to you was not obtained, but given

For you couldn’t make nor stop your body from appearing in the world

Nor build other path for it than the one ending in death…

A call to search in your heart if each of these brothers of yours lying in dust

Is or is not equal to you in the eyes of the creator

And if your heart doesn’t answer, to just force your clever mind to admit infinity

And see He can easily create and manage and love billions of creations

Which look like atoms before His infinity in all possible dimensions

While you cannot even conceive the numbers…

A call to search in your heart if infinite love can have limits in power and wisdom

Or limits in Its compassion for every created being

Or limits in Its capacity to sacrifice

For each one of these, including you

Poor sick soul, more dead than alive,

having no eyes and years and heart for It

because of the cold world of self-centered lies you indulge in…

A call to you, powerful of the world

Who by your own free choice

Made yourselves the poorest ones in His holy sight

But who still

By your own free choice

Can make yourselves good, so you can observe His goodness

Can make yourselves patient, so you can understand His patience

Can make yourselves free of the miserable self-love, so your heart can be embrace by His divine one

And give-up hell, to taste and enjoy His true life - the only eternal …