caetano

Shining gold and chestnut brown,

Like a warm spring in the middle of glacial ice,

Does she come to me with those eyes so bright and beautiful,

This lady, this goddess,

Baptizing me with her strength and spirit,

She leans down,

Grasping me with her glory,

To lift me up and shake me out,

Make me feel and help me shout.

I am captured by her presence,

Elated by her voice,

I am a willing worshipper,

I prostrate myself by choice.

Seeing me so low to the ground,

She caresses me with the hands of light and life,

And I am set Free.