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