Pro Veritate

.

Small and sacred

is the place where our luck is stored

Stained by hatreds

are the ideals we had adored

.

Too vast to comprehend

are the tides of the coming times

Who are we to understand

all those secretly commited crimes

.

May the light of a new beginning

shine bright in your inner temple

let trust and truth be springing

from each moment you assemble

.

J.M. 31.12.2015