By Sr. Perpetua Sebastiana Fernandes
My life is like a book
No way to count the pages in a look.
How long I'll live, God alone knows —
Only the written pages of my life I know.
Some are scribbled, some are neat...
Some are blank, some half left beneath.
Some have crooked lines, some are straight.
Some are full of pain, not knowing my fate.
It unfolds a new page in my life every day,
Hard to understand what it will offer this day.
When I reflect on my book of life...
It gives new meaning to my life.