IN THESE BONES

IN THESE BONES

Ricardo Antonio Garcia

In these bones I harbor the Spirit of my casting

as there are no mirrors to reflect.

Only God knows the Soul of a man mirroring

and the grade of his life,

scratching the hours until there is no time.

We become beasts or we become complacent

in the hour when madness arrives.

Striking a match against our enemies

their houses will burn in a blackened smoke

and their young will die with them.

In these bones I labor for the Light of God

and as my young survive they do not love me

with the Love of God.
Demure lives fishing in the troughs of life

their existence pivots on normality

without extensions to understand beyond.

Darkness will always bring hunters

trying to strike at an opportune hour set

like the Sun which sets.

The cloth of Christ is on my shoulders.

I have married unto God- my discipleship.

In these bones- I am His.