We are wrapped in a white cloth
Through our cries from the womb
When being rocked in the cradle
While we crawl in anticipation
Hoping to conquer life one day
It’s what we seek to wipe off dirt
At times when we do all wrong
For every decision we try to take
Wiping all sorts of pure tears
In every situation we stand by
Making our sweat turn strong
During our celebrations and joy
Giving that merciful beauty
Even to rescue the new shyness
And into the transitions of ardor
Nothing that makes feel so safe
Falling sick comes with perks
To be enveloped in pristiness
Sometimes displaying fortune
Otherwise conveying modesty
In the end when everything’s over
Lies beneath us, is the white cloth!
QUOTIDIAN BLESSING 