The ancient memories of life

Sometimes  I think:

“God, help me,

I feel alone and I fear the world, 

the life, the death.”

Then I look in to my brothers’ eyes

And I discover my same fears

and with them I can share the walk

to rejoice the impervious path of life.

I so wonder:

“Who are you God?

Are You our fears?

Are You our weakness?”

Blasphemer I think:

“We do have created You!

We certainly did

In our image and likeness!

Mirror of our uncertain minds

Comfort shelter

Cave in the storm

Nourishing  Cow 

Heather Sun!”

But if I think about Christ

Limbs nailed  on the Cross

Two thousand years of bleeding sores

Best among Manhood

Example and Verb:

something that I can’t explain

touches  me in the depth

of the ancient memory of  life!