#poem, Threads of Smoke

THREADS OF SMOKE 

Threads of smoke,

that rise like calligraphy…

The words of a strange

and unknown language,

that float in the wind,

and for a second in time

create spectacles to

seduce the senses

and then disappear,

like those who flee,

like those who hide their face…

But those who do not fear,

never doubt,

never run,

never hide.

Their faces look bravely towards the sun

and their eyes receive no harm.

Unlike those who face the sun

and melt like candles

that have burnt throughout the night…

You, Father of orphans

and protector of widows,

who lives in the holiest of places,

you who calms our grief,

and paints a smile upon our faces.

Father of wonder

who liberates the captive

and comforts the tormented,

liberator of the poor and discontented,

make a home for us, inactive

and in need,

and free us from our greed…

C.2024, Francisco Bravo Cabrera – 19 MAY 2024 – Valencia, Spain