And Now, I Am Reaching. Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

slowly and cautiously
I am reaching myself.
I am accustoming
myself, with the brightness
for which I thank God.

nothing more beautiful
can enrapture me,
above what we have
for itself.
it is necessary only,

to look after,
as delicate plants,
and they will put
green shoots out,
straight from our heart.

nothing more beautiful
can enrapture me,
above what we have
for itself, and we can share
with somebody else...