As a result of following, or trying to follow, the ways of God, I share these five texts that I have written over the last fifteen years, which I have boldly called poems. Thank you for reading them.
MARY
Embracing the cross
She weeps for other’s sins.
The circle has closed
And her illusion has vanished.
That the child,
Who yesterday played among the wood,
Could now escape his destiny
Of nails and coins.
Embracing the cross
She thinks of other women.
Mothers of children
Blessed.
COMMUNION
You stroke my lips.
A breath of life stirs in me.
You dwell in my mouth,
The eternal spreads.
What do you intend?
To whom do you speak?
New man.
Old man.
Courage and fear,
Dawn and sunset,
They are united in time
Before me.
Contemplating you.
A piece of bread,
A chalice of wine,
A quiet look of love.
Am I worthy?
Silently you embrace me.
Prodigal in love.
RESURRECTION
Silence slips through the stones.
From the cloth springs the light with a scent of life.
Galilee resonates on the roads.
The walls imprison the dormant courage.
The nets keep watch at the foot of the boats.
It is time to set sail towards the horizon.
We are awaited in the confines of the world.
BEING
God is the breath of a breeze that embraces you.
The drop of a sunbeam
That penetrates the shadows.
God is that gentle caress that nourishes and illuminates
The fruit of your tears; of your smiles.
God is those eyes that see with the soul.
God is a heart that beats for all,
And irrigates love for all.
God is a love that never tires nor rests.
God is a father who loves to call us His children.
THE CREVICE
To our Lady of the Valley
In one body arises the communion of other bodies.
Faces of faith,
Dreams of eternity.
Through that crevice that they draw,
Through that cleft that they trace,
First I glimpse at your surrendered body,
Then I contemplate your offered blood.
On my knees,
Before Thee alone,
Before her alone,
I am encouraged by those words spoken with extreme love:
“Woman, behold, your son.”
And I set out on the road to that eternal promise
that once again is fulfilled;
That my hands shelter.
My body receives.
My soul rejoices.
