Plowing the fields and producing wheat, oats and beans;
rising sheep, cows and pigs;
raising and spreading children and instilling in them
those dreams we were not able to turn into reality.
Throwing rails, roads, bridges and ports,
cities, skyscrapers, churches and cathedrals,
always leaving fences and borders;
creating worlds only ours,
incapable and fearful to co-habit the one
that has been given to us in full.
Boasting and toasting in life’s daily feast,
trying to write our history which has begun
in that sixth day of the divine journey of creation.
They who will read our history will know it was lived
with such a love and endearment, though absent from
the power and glory of its creator.
Published in the March 2018 issue of Snapdragon A Journal of Art and Healing. .