OUR FAITH IS REAL

OUR FAITH IS REAL

Ricardo Antonio Garcia

Indigo lightning saturating the island sky

upon the house of illness your thunderous echo booms

and the one that I love is healed.

I retreated into your house and I prayed

and when I asked you to heal her in your name

you said that I could by my Faith alone.

The night before came and went

and the sign of pain remained on her face.

In my reluctance to understand these whispers

I did not understand the way of God.

Before I picked up the pen to write this poem

The house shook to its core.

The energy though frightening opened her eyes

and she shouted: the pain, the pain is gone.

Standing together by the door

we looked up into the sky and felt God.

In the same way John or Paul felt His divinity

God embraced us tonight, healing

and discarding long lived pain from her body.

I did not understand the way of God.

In my Belief He was the master of my destiny

and I prayed often, not always receiving an answer

though God answers back in different ways.

I acknowledged that we are His children

and we both pen our poems

with God attuned into our deepest messages.

People say

it’s a third eye, but no- its Him, inside of us

and as long as we on earth

we will vibrate the minds and hearts of all.

Wisdom

is not enough to convey where it comes from.

The Spiritus Sanctum is God.

Tonight, on my knees

I thank God for answering my prayer

and identifying his presence in the thunder.

My body is riddled with Light.

Her body is a moving wave of Gods energy.

My tears are of Joy.

Her tears are of knowing our Faith is real.