Tuesday, November 28, 2006


I happen to stumble on God
this morn

as the three year old
on the road
tried coloring the patterns
on the dead skin of a sleeping leper

the fair smiling bundle
on a dead decaying cradle

energy pure and flowing
playing with a body in ruin

fresh breeze on dead coals
trying to kindle a glow


niether were aware
nor would they have cared
that the God was born

in such simple moments

1 comment:

MORGANA said...

Thank you for your visit.
Gracias por tus palabras.