Wednesday, June 27, 2012

An Ode To Silence

An Ode To Silence




Your silence is harp to me

When I travel into you, I feel so in love

Lifted on clouds, the hum of peace

Rotating the sun and moon

Like an angel



You are the music in my heart

You are my temples

Thrust your silence, say nothing

When you said nothing, your eyes

A strong ripple, bathed in me, bliss



I am at the level of your madness

So beautiful and free, bursting a kid’s laughter



I sleep in your eyes

I dwell in your heart

I am your miracle

Our love is a miracle



I come naked in your sigh, a secret garden

A pillow for your head

My breasts supple for your mouth

I have taken off, everything

Carry my bruised heart

And before we’d die our love

Would kiss enough



Your kisses, cherished by time

Diamonds and flowers, a rain

In the shadows of my grief

Hold me tight, be forever mine



Your kisses, the plight of my heart

They teach me all the languages

I can’t speak

The questions

I can’t answer

Those things, I do not know

They teach me everything

How to write

How to weave

How to wind words

And prayers.



I trace your face, your lips, your nose

Your hair, your body, all of you

And when you smile and cry

Day and night, you are

In my memory



I awake with you in my thoughts

I sleep with you in my thoughts

Your eyes look at me

Like a warrior’s eyes, fierce from a battle

Your fists bold, with blood, the baptism of loyalty

To be back in my arms, be mine forever



Those times I cried

Your face, my light

Your love completes me

It is all I have



They saw me bathing in your eyes

We can’t conceal our love

We can’t conceal the love in your eyes

They would show to the world



Your silence fills me, deep as the ocean

Your smell on me, like birth

Your touch, I adore



Hold me tight, in age and sweetly

And until death, keep me

Let Heaven bind our promises



My heart is yours as my diaries

The words I speak and those buried on God’s hands

Are gifts, I have carved on my heart

My sorrows, only heaven can heal

Come kneel with me



Take me, take me now, drink the tears

I hide beneath rainbows

Take me, take all of me, touch me

Never let go



As I am cleansed, in heaven’s mercy

Untainted now, and separated

I am yours forever

Veiled in a mystery of grace

As I lay down my life



Because I want you

Because I love your silence

Like

Eternity drizzling on us

While we kiss

Like

Snow falling on us

When our bodies become one

In a lightning’s hilt

We create



And that is why, I love you

And that is why, I love you

And that is why, I love you so much.



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Thursday, June 21, 2012

Train 69


After a series of litanies, I am ready to die.

I am holding those things that will only suffice

For a day, after one journey over

No food, only a few drops of liquid to wet my throat

No movement inside my body. In me frozen.

Maybe, near death -

When the lights were on, the air went cold

The doors banged the walls

Latch and locks opened just in wars;

And darkness brushed our seats numb in fright!

Ah death, may be near

The archer next to me, guards like St. Michael

His hands were swift and strong

But no feelings, like in war

My fingers numb too, no shivers, just palms

Waiting for God's mercy and flame.

I could cry a flood of storms

But no, we have all struggled here

That old woman with a box, is a dragon

Her son, a monument of young blood

Her daughter, meek of heart

And the rest, holding on to an angel's promise.

I couldn't close my eyes;  eye and soul open

In the night, heart beating fast, mind awake

Hands clasping and counting hours until dawn, in

The hour of bliss and grace.

Train 69!

I could remember the wails in Hondagua

When doors were locked and windows closed

And now - everything in the open

Snakes and terrorists might bite and bomb

But then, in the hand of the archer

I felt safe.  But then, I couldn't lay my head for comfort.

Even in my last breath, as I could still hold my packs in

danger:  No sleeping because my husband is waiting.

Honor for God is honoring a vow

Even in the most trying times, even near death

Like soldiers fighting for a country

Like brothers fighting for truth

Like marriage, untainted in grace

I shouldn't be the one; I am not the one worthy

Of these promises - I like to leave my cause

The agonies are horrible - but I must take the last train

I am boarded for this trip, and so, I have to go.

Weak knees, but daring heart to take an arrow

The archer with me - until I fall…

St. Michael, pray for us.

St. Hannibal, pray for us.

St. Peter, pray for us.

St. Benedict, pray for us.

Mama Mary, pray for us.

Most Sacred Heart of Jesus, we trust in you.

And so the Father of all, comes  in prayers

In Train 69.

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Monday, June 4, 2012

You - Still And Forever

You left without any bells
like a thief in the night

cool silent clouds on the doorstep, and
the fragrance of a baby's breath -

in an evening of my sad eyes.
I believe your cloak covers earth

and space; every corner of my home
and streets.  I shouted your name when

doors and gates closed, and I,  insanely
alone called the Sacred Heart, "Lord of

the Resurrection, where are you now?" 
And it is still You in all your different names.

It had always been You -
still
and forever.



first draft, june 5, 2012.1:30PM
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Friday, June 1, 2012

Today, I Was In Vietnam



Today I was in Vietnam and

together, I sat beside everyone

beside you, beside you, beside you



and then in an empty corner.



How excited, I sipped a cup of

tea, cracked petals in my tongue,

red berries in my mouth



and then in an empty corner.



I rode the bike, but you had to drive

because my Dad said, 'Be careful with

your hymen.' And so, I never learned

how to ride the bike alone -

you had to drive for me all the time.



And then in an empty corner…



I wondered about your stories

You - were exciting!

Your thighs were strong when you kicked

your arms, muscled at work



your eyes - were the only eyes I'd die for.

I said 'Love hurts…'

And you laughed, 'Does it cut like a knife? '



And then in an empty corner…



All - I wanted was that empty corner

and when we made promises together.

I gave you my heart in that empty corner;

you swooned for it. We read.



Like angels fly, after the war,

all is free. Like waiting for a bus,

a long line of pleas and the face of a lover,

engaged and married, a joy of bells!



Let me kiss your hands now, like you

were holding beads of stars. How I

pray, God would bless every moment

of your praise.



Today, I was in Vietnam

and then in that empty corner…



I said - You complete me.



Those beads in your hands set all free

And then in an empty corner...



I said - I love you.



'Oh, Thanh Hannibal, pray for us.

Send O Lord, holy apostles, into Your church.



Most Sacred Heart of Jesus, we trust in you.'





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