The Sarabite: Towards an Aesthetic Christianity

There is a continuous attraction, beginning with God, going to the world, and ending at last with God, an attraction which returns to the same place where it began as though in a kind of circle. -Marsilio Ficino

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Music for Buses

You are not
The lonely destination

Only the cry of gulls overhead
Signals the last
Indwelling of fog

You are not
The humming of motors
The intense lamentation of
Wheels on pavement

The lone nurse standing
By the late night bus stop

You are the first
Dispersal of clouds
At dawn

The mighty cries of the sunrise

The sunset kissing the mountains
Colorful with roofs
And shimmering with glass

You are that one verse
Sung before the day begins

Before sirens wail and
The leaves begin
To smell of worry

Like a warm drink
I have drunk you in

And you have remained here
In me

A love never empty
A blanket that never fades

-Arturo Vásquez


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