The servant rises before the sun,
not to be seen,but to begin.
There is no applause in silence,
only the rhythm of duty.
Hands move through ordinary things
---
water,cloth,dust,bread---
transforming them without claiming them.
The work is never finished,
......
The servant rises before the sun,
not to be seen,but to begin.
There is no applause in silence,
only the rhythm of duty.
Hands move through ordinary things
---
water,cloth,dust,bread---
transforming them without claiming them.
The work is never finished,
......