Back then, I used to love myself so much,
I thought I was the only one around –
a mountain that would only focus down
on surfaces of waters I can’t touch;
then, using my reflection as a crutch
to hold myself in loneliness, I’d drown
alone…without a single mourning sound
from friends, if I could even call them such.
But now, I’ve set my heart on things above
and relish in the sunlight of my Lord
with brethren that were lonely just like me;
we welcome every ray of holy love
and celebrate our God in one accord,
together: mountains in a ranged eternity.
Here are some thoughts of Christian unity expressed an in Italian sonnet.