Na zlatih oltarjih
pa lučke ugašajo,
v svetih molitvah
se dvomi oglašajo,
dvomi srca ...
Vse nas ogrinjajo
v sence iskanja:
daljni so cilji,
pota brezdanja ...
Kje smo doma?
Kdaj bomo svoje
cilje spoznali?
V svojih spoznanjih
ceste oprali,
ceste sveta?
Cookies on Poetry Cove
We use cookies to remember your language preference and — only with your consent — to learn how Poetry Cove is used. You can change your mind any time.