Poems

The Trinity

Beauty is love transcending itself.
Sorrow is love lost in itself.
Passion is love discovering itself.

Father
Son
Holy Spirit
WRITTEN BY Frank Gelat

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How privileged is he who composes the music of his life, to be played at his own funeral. It is a pity that we do not know that we are all composers in secret and that we each write our own cadences and requiems.

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