Heart of Christ

Holy Catholic Church,
I have lost the moment.
I've been brooding. --- Why? What am I doing? -- Where is my heart?

The birds are singing
They fly away from a passerby
Not scared but wanting to chirp more freely. 

The air is mild, the sun is shining 
The spring warmth touches my body.
There is a cool breeze 
In between
It smells of spring flower buds
And the dandelion flower shines, 
I am here! 
And happy 
The angel's breath floats 
Above the incense 
The organ has crushed the silence
The dead have risen. Rise yourself.