Oh, son!…Oh, my dear son!
I know your soul is there
when I look at your bright eyes…
when I feel your despair…
Why are you filled with anger?
Your eyes have always seen…
Just take away the blindfold…
You´ve always been so keen…
Don´t let yourself be covered
with fear, hatred and doubts…
Know that I always love you
´cause you are one of my sprouts
The youngest of the three I have
A miracle of love…
I wish I could have spared you
of learning life is tough…
But even if I couldn´t,
there´s something I have learned
In the midst of the darkest times
we can feel always blessed
In the driest of deserts…
when you feel more alone…
The wind will utter in your ear
that all your fears are gone
Milk and honey will feed you…
The brightest light will shine…
Living water will overflow…
You´ll know it´s all divine
No hunger, thirst or angst…
Just peace…and overall…
the feelig of the wondreous love
that saved us from the Fall
Oh, son, I share this with you
because it was all written
We had to wear the crown of thorns
to proclaim He is risen!
Isaiah 49…
and the Isaiah 60…
My tears have fallen and I´ve wondered
when was all of this written?
On your twelve’s birthday poem
the inspiration just flowed
The highest price was paid for us
even though none was owed
I’m sure one day you’ll understand…
You’ll know you were never alone…
You’ll know I never left you
You’ll know I’ve loved you all along
Before you even existed…
When you were knitted in my womb…
When I first felt you within me…
and until I rest in my tomb…
And even after that…
when my soul flies forever free
my love will always water you
delighted that you´ve learned “to be”
Caracas, May 10,2014
9:45 a.m.
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