How I think of You
I
How do I think
You are?
And Who are you?
I think the sea
Is Your voice
and the wind is Your breath!
I think it’s yours
the joyful look is
the sun
And Your melancholic eye is the moon:
although I know
it is not so!
I think that Your Tears
Of joy and sorrow
Fall down as a rain
from the sky;
but I also think
that my human thought
cannot understand
Who You are and what You think;
but I know that my soul
it is You.
II
Yes You are my soul
when reconciled it flies
on the miseries of the flesh
You are in
daily sacrifices
the tasteful anticipation
of the eternal joy;
it is You
hands outstretched to the poor
eyes faced for the afflicted
flesh generating flesh!
It is you
The mother crying
Christ on the Cross
who dies innocent and misunderstood
every day;
It is you
my soul
strip of Eternity
confined
into the earth!
