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.