Nothing is without meaning 

My eyes are the light, 

for the green of Spring and the white of the snow, 

for the grey of the clouds 

and for the blue of the sky, 

for the stars at night, 

and for the incredible miracle 

of so many wonderful people around me. 

My mouth is for the word, 

For every gentle word 

someone is waiting for. 

My lips are for kissing  

And my hands for softness, for tenderness, 

For giving comfort and bread to the poor. 

My feet are for the path 

Which leads me to the dispossessed. 

My heart is for love, for warmth, 

For those who are abandoned and left in the cold. 

My body exists to be close to others. 

Without my body I am nowhere. 

Nothing is without meaning! 

Everything has a deep significance! 

Why then am I not happy? 

Are my eyes closed? 

Is my mouth full of bitterness? 

Are my hands ‘grabbers’ and my heart dry? 

Don’t I know 

That I was born for joy?