"Christ Speaks through the Soul of Pablo Neruda," an Homage in Three Parts by Bob Rich
I. Yellow as the Sun
Alive! My friend, you will not die
If you let your mortal eye
See the light within the light
The beauty within the beauty
The fire inside the fire
The volcanic fire within a single rose
The gentle life-saving music in the toll of a single bell
The compassionate ocean of light behind all things.
Come by my side and do not die
Look at the eyes of the one you love
There, at the light inside the eyes
The tender yellow light.
The sun is singing and resting in its eternity
Calm in its fierce yellow music
The ocean listens beneath the sun
Waves crash and toil and weep
The mere existence of yellow wets my face with joyful tears.
Could you find your way to the shore?
II. White as the Moon
Enough! Release yourself from this gray sinking prison
With its cold and silent marble walls
Listen! The sea gull is a not a predator, my friend,
it is a white sea-side dove with an olive branch!
Rise up at this moment from the ice!
Rise up and grasp the branch in the gull's light-soaked talons
The gull sees you with eyes like flowers in fiery song
Flowers that despise death
Hold the branch to see when you were a child ~~
Running with another child
Running fast across the grass
Holding a kite as it smears the sky in a blazing blur of white
Your happy, tear-stained face wiped by the wind as you laugh and run
Your kite like a white, flapping, unchained bird,
leaping and rising in the warm, collaborative wind
It is your long, blissful day of youth,
which slowly arcs forward into the cradle of a night of peaceful sleep,
While, through your childhood window, the moonlight is shining,
with its gentle, white, undetectable hand,
on your slightly rising, slightly falling shoulder while you rest.
III. Blue as the Sea
Years later, as an adult, you exit the dreary prison
With a deeper understanding of colored light
Walking toward the sea, you pass a park with fragrant, freshly-cut grass
A whisper carried by the cool breeze greets you at the shore
The ocean had been waiting for you like a loyal companion.
“I am life,” says the sea, calling to you
While, out ahead of you, a man and a woman walk together,
hand in hand, along the wet sand
As the sun pours heat like warm golden light from a shining cup
Into the ocean's stirring, cool waters below.
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Originally posted 2010-09-13 21:59:11. Republished by Blog Post Promoter