Salvation
written by: Francisco Bravo Cabrera
A million ton boulder has been tossed in the sea…
From whose hand has it fallen?
And a giant wave,
with intentions so cruel
has ripped through the land.
The laughter has ceased,
the music is silenced,
no flutes,
no guitars,
no drums,
all are silent.
No musicians to play,
not a chorus to brighten
a gloomy, dark day
without song,
all are silent…
There’s no art on the walls,
not a word now is rhyming,
with the cadence of hope,
with the feet that were dancing,
nothing brightens the stains
of this darkness.
There’s no lamp that can break
through the night
that defeated the day,
not a verb that can mitigate
this despair and this pain.
Not a ray of hope stays
to heal broken bones
that are longing for one last chance
to dance…
No one buys,
no one sells,
the merchants have fallen
and have run to face hell,
in their homes on the mountains
that will fall to the sea,
that were once their abodes
filled with avarice,
Greed.
Now the merchants of doom
Sleep putrid and dead
On their cold marble bed…
Ignorance rules,
Ignorance guides them.
Salvation is not a cry,
a belief,
or a stanza in a book or a poem.
It isn’t a seagull that glides
on the surface of oceans.
Not at all,
it’s the dove
that seeks for a tree
in the forests alone,
to nest, make a home
filled with love
filled with peace.
Salvation,
true and just,
is a place at the table
where Heaven’s light greets
those invited to drink,
those invited to eat,
to cleanse weary souls
to strengthen the weak,
to enlighten the small ones,
whose time now has come
to wander eternity
in a heavenly home.
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