O Lord, our Lord, how excellent is Your name in all the earth
which manifests in curving smallness
buttercup open to kingdom dew
window light imprints alpha omega signs
on the sinews of her upturned neck

she plays with quick spun hems
who have set Your glory above the heavens
laughter adorns her hands in jewels       she hides her smile
far more lovely than heaven speeches       resurrection
comes each time she says my wonder name

"teacher my brother would never have died
if your hands fell upon his body but now he is still
when I consider Your heavens, the work of Your fingers
how miracles pump swiftly through them i ache
the land smells of death"

i raised him up for her love simplified words
to gesture to tear to wide eyed hope
salvation witnesses daily births constant rebirths
the moon and the stars, which You have ordained
never quake but die and rise again

for her trust i give life       for my life she bathes me
in spikenard oil heavy mist of scent
envelopes colors       a visionary visions yellow
fine river of gold coats her smile released
What is man that You are mindful of him,

And the son of man that You visit him.
For you have made him a little lower than the angels
and this sweet child sings the choir to shame
                                                                             even pretty youth fades someday.
                                                                             Amen.



Voz: Mamá
Psalm 119: 105-109

Your word is a light to my feet and a light to my path
my mother welcomes angels to enter
private chambers fill her up with holy spirit touch
she cannot speak of you father without crying
golden glow floated her high

joseph's lilies have died only the staff remains
my mother weeps yet she guards still
your righteous judgments. I am afflicted very much
swords rise above her heart i see it coming
no lamb survives among lions forever

she waits for dawn angels and prays
for dusk spirits to fill this empty female shell i stole
all youth fire she grew in my birth
Revive me, O Lord, according to your word.
she trusts you too much rivers rise

O Lord, open my lips and my mouth shall show forth your praise
rib you took blossomed sweet honey petals
at center a flushed button rests
bees often stung her there but i
stroke softly to release spikenard perfume

her lap swallows red sea tears
for you do not desire sacrifice or else I would give it
and stop up my eyes turn away from loose
silk strands that tickle eyelashes in wind
when she leans in to give counsel

her body anoints me holy though her tongue
could burn my clumsily delivered words if she chose
You do not delight in burnt offering
she sprinkles her mouth's rain on my lips instead
leaves wet tracks on my straining neck

there are some who ache with thorny jealousy
she prophesies in these open ear caverns
when oil is low stars dim air too thick for whisper listening
The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit
she says that it is man who breaks

my palm holds her chin as we look into darkness
afraid of what creeps stealthily waiting
afraid too of our own trembling
she says that i will leave her
a broken and contrite heart -

these, O God, You will not despise
Do good in Your great pleasure to Zion.
and i will teach her my love licks
                         all kisses dry someday
                                                   Amen.