The last wink

The airship It cast off its soul, worn into rags. And behold, the Lord speaks: “Do not think that because I am Creator, all my works must be flawless. For I too was taken from the secret of Being, and I am a servant of order. And the higher you heat your airship, the merciless hand of time will pull it down, until your strength dissolves like smoke. Do not seek the beauty of your face in the mirror of waters, but watch the shadows of the days that passed, for they warn you to see the road ahead more clearly. You will weep back the better times, you will laugh at the bad memories, but however confused you find your body’s earthly life, still plant in everyone Love and Peace. For what is lost may be the only perfect thing.”