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Returning

At first a baby breathes in air and light

bringing life to his small lungs and frail heart.

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Crying, kicking for the very first time

he meets the exhausted hands of Her love

and as his sealed eyes open he sees God

in his Mother's pale countenance.

 

II. The First Kiss

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Barely able to see her countenance

in the dark he kisses her and feels light

surging, crashing and straying from his God.

Torn between his past and her lips his heart

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wavers a moment before bringing love

closer to all that runs and escapes time.

 

III. The First Loss

He walks with the rest and for the first time

marks the wrinkles of her countenance.

Tasting the last drops of injected love

she said ten fe* before exhaling light,

leaving him alone to beat his frail heart

mercilessly without hope, without God.

 

IV. The First Son

Child in arms he realizes what his God

rends and pieces together throughout time.

Tears slowly fill his eyes and his black heart

ruptures. Her emaciated countenance

cuts through his eyelids with wetted light

flowing through the roots of a withered love.

 

V. The First Solitude

After his shoulders grow heavy, only love

keeps vigils with him. Waiting for his God

they try to imagine how His faint light

carried and guarded in lanterns bends time

to its beginnings unearthing the countenance

petrified under the sands of his heart.

 

VI. The First End

Listening closely he hears his frail heart

relinquishing the last, thick streams of love.

Eyes closed he sees Their countenances

now made pure by his everlasting God.

Crying, kicking for the last time

he falls asleep tasting a sterile light.

 

VII. The First Truth

The countenances kept in his heart

were the faint light that he and love

imagined God carried by the threads time.

 

*Have faith