HOLY CLOTH

HOLY CLOTH

Dedicated to Mirela Hadziomerovic

Ricardo Antonio Garcia

And God

has touched you ponderous child.

Gleaming

with the lighted face of His anointment

never have human hands lifted you

to the elevation

of His crowning Glory, loving you

whereby

in His breath you are sanctified.

The noise in the World

in all its moderation filter our desires

masking

our subtle impressions

by hiding our fears

and filling

our eyes with uncried tears.

And God

had made you fall to your knees.

Waves of joy

penetrate the darkness of the heart

as monks

in an Abbey search for food

knowing

the cabinet of God shall always feed.

All have desires to eat

but to eat

with whom is the finality of this bliss

and this you have found.

Mankind

in his wretched jealousy cannot submit

for there is no duality in these minds.

The millennium has forever printed

the chasm

of your Faith whose joinery is eternal.

I am but one Monk.

You are

but one subject that adheres to a totality.

Mirela, your face has been imprinted

on the Holy cloth of God.