When the Blessing Arrives, You Close Your Eyes

When God gifts you pearls,
you bury them in the forest,
so as not to witness the radiance of beauty.
You scoop up sand in your palms,
letting it slip through the gaps between your fingers.
You believe that forced renunciation
is the strength you’ll gain through prayer.
Perhaps destiny writes history,
but you do not know how to read the language of Angels.
You subtly admire souls,
and tomorrow, you weep in solitude,
unaware that balance in life is crucial,
for it is from euphoria that one falls into depression.
I only observe you, seeing that you refuse to face the truth.
When blessings come again,
open your eyes and do not close them.

Maja Milojković
Serbia