By Easter Almuena
Special to the Herald
It is nearly impossible to miss you when you break
The silence of the night, lighting my path with
The brightness of a new day, springing forth
For me your newness and ever freshness of the day
How can I miss the vibrancy of your colors in the petals
You brushed with your fingertips with purple, gold, orange
Capping the wideness of greens just to make me look
A second time to realize it is you there waiting, gazing
The beauty is always there, for your beauty is constant
Yet you keep pounding in my heart that beauty
Can reside elsewhere: In the feet that walk with no shoes,
In the body with stench from unwashed clothing,
In the eyes that long for justice and love, in the silence
Of the voiceless that clamors for ears, along the road
Where children play sheltered by shabby roofs in the night,
There in the unbreaking of bread because there is no bread!
“Where is the beauty there, Lord, I dare ask you?”
Silence … silence … silence … “You dare not speak because
The answers lay so close, yet I see so far. Then show me
in more ways than one, even in death, as you had done.”
That life may abound.
