ILLUMINATION OF THE DARK NIGHT

... upon seeds of pure love grow my son's arms;

oh beloved sun, jewel, light, and gold of my heart,
sing while the laurels grow, while the birds gaze at your radiance, call to me,
what other dark night could prevent this brief flight and strengthen the bonds
that unite our lives, son, what other illusion or snowstorm could stop us,
tell me, what other death, what other battle,
yet;

... through high slits in the air the sky is seen ablaze;
through them descend garlands and angels, living drops of fire and rain fall…;

but nothing, nothing imaginable can be compared to the grace of your soul, nothing, son,
with the infinite tenderness with which your eyes give life to the clear and clean course of the night.

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Antonio Justel Rodríguez
https://www.oriondepanthoseas.com

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