GRAIL EVENING

... and like a bird of fire on fire,
joy shines and runs through the red hills of evening and blood;
ah, the limpid heart of man—rain and sea,
ah, its extracts or soul balms,
and ah, ah, the diaphanous rose, the white, the crystalline, and pure,
- the bride—
vivid chalice for the divine and sweet kiss or fire of the spirit;
... because there, there she is with him and in him, beautiful, sublime, fleeting, and unconquered,
just when the air vibrates and the light is the cloak of the world,
and, also, its trace and sign, its celebration;
...and, all of this, when the carmine-mauve tones emerge and the peaks burn in sublime ambers and purples,
when faith is a gift with its grace and strength, with its pulse or heartbeat,
and also when it gives,
and when it cleanses, and when it heals and saves,
when love,
when beauty is the immortal eardrum of swarms, of living moments and lights.
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Antonio Justel/Orión de Panthoseas
[Published by “Todos los fuegos” - Casa del Libro and Amazon: htps://amzn.eu/d/1vWd028]
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