threshold memory (3)
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In the gentleness of your gaze
there are so many eyes that hope.
You ,the humble and silent nativo
who walks the hard path
from the sacrificial pyramid
to the cross of the sacrified .
Of your poor woolen coat ,
winter roses are blooming
and the star spangled celestial vision
takes shape ...
Virgin ,bringing the soothing caress
of her hand to all suffering .
Radiant beauty offering forgiveness
and reconciliation ...
You ,the proud conquistador
greedy for gold and power ,
you get down on your knees
facing the resplendent garment !
Mixing your lordly blood
with a local girl ...
I would also go there, to the sanctuary
of the old city ,contemplating
the mystery of the tilma ...
In the footsteps of pilgrims ,
the path will be welcoming
and I'd still listen to the divine symphony
of that distant day where the sword
remained in its scabbard ...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
Historical roots to this poem of reckoning for past injustices and their consequences. Beautiful imagery and here is a deep metaphor for all to read it is the conquistador in all of us that is being spoken too. Very nice Lorenz
Highly appreciated comment dear Soren !
The image of the tilma is the heart of the poem, a symbol of the miracle that unites the old and the new in a fragile harmony, serving as a beacon of hope.
A powerful unifying factor for the mexican people !
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