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My Poems - Between the Pain and God
At the Beginning
Let’s imagine those first men all over the world,
Seeing the skies from Asia, Africa, Europe, America, and Oceania
Let’s imagine them in the dark and cold nights
Wishing for having some of that light
Light that shines from heavens, from the sun, from the moon
From the starts.
They had seen that kind of light that comes from the sky
The lighting and the bolt hit the earth
The sun also burnt plains and grass
They wish that they also could have some.
They tried then to hit stone against stone,
They kept searching for the answer
Until that they when their wish was granted
And the first form of artificial light was created,
Humans discovered fire!
The Silence is Full of Light
It is now moment for silence
The birds ceased their song
The sounds became strangers
They became kind of liquid
Kind of dreams of another land.
The path also changed
It turned more arduous to climb
It turned kind of plastic
Kind of difficult to walk.
The message was given
The words grew wings
and flew all around us.
But now the moment of silence
Now the message will bear fruit
Not all the seeds
Not all of them will, though
Some seeds will become
Ghosts of a lie
Breath of those experts in deceiving.
Will become material of laughter and
mockery, as His Kingship was,
bearing the humiliation of the crown of thorns.
My heart fears the darkness
It cannot see clearly after the clash but
There is not fear in the silence
There is not because the silence
Is full of Light.
Oh Lord, I come to you
In form of poetry
I come to talk to you
Because I do not
talk to her anymore.
Oh Lord, you know my soul
You know every corner of it
You made me, you loved me,
And you still do.
You keep me Lord, but today
I am wearing all these masks
But I did not craft them
Nor put them on my face
They come with many labels
Some very heavy to carry
with my bodyweight
I call them
Excuses to love not.
Oh Lord, today
I have been sent to you
As if you were a dungeon
As if you were my punishment.
As if you were my midnight
As if your power and might are unknown.
Oh Lord, I was coming anyway
Because you are the only way,
and I do not talk anymore
To that woman
This morning, oh Lord, I come with my prayer
But the storm in my chest
The clouds in my mind
The shattered pieces in my stomach
Do not allow me to speak.
This morning, Oh Lord, I come with my heart
Full of love for You
But the pain is still burning in the skin
And the aggression of a devil I do not really know
Comes and goes inside and outside the streets,
the houses, the church, the markets
comes and goes with words, gestures,
thoughts and deception,
with anger and anguish
with thirst and hunger.
This morning, Oh Lord, you know everything
You know the landscape of my soul
You know that the words I will pronounce
Will not be enough to pray
That is why the only way I have today for
Praying are these tears running down my face
Peaceful tears, crystal tears, salty tears
They say it all, they say thanks, they say forgive me,
They say be with me, be with them
They want to say be with us
They say protect me
They want to say forgive them
They say I love You
They dry out in my lips that start to smile
As a rainbow of many beautiful colors
That shines from the center of my heart
by the Grace of your Light that abounds for all of
those who confess the pain in their hearts to You.
The sadness invaded the notes and
The piano only could cry that melody,
The rain was pouring outside
The windows were the eyes that
Could not be open to avoid the storm
To come inside like tears that got lost
Inside our hearts, our souls, our minds.
Our hands were washed clean
The angels were also singing that song
And warming, warming
The light was changing
And we were praising the Lord, Our Lord
And the sadness became something else
I cannot explain with words
The piano could explain but it did not
We opened our eyes and the tears were inside
No, they could not stop
But they were tears of joy
It was Himself, was His spirit
Healing us, reminding us that this pain
Was already taken by Him in the cross
Our hands were washed clean
And our eyes opened once more again.
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