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For him….Leonard Cohen…who wrote the most incredible verses…and sang them with an irrepeatable soul-voice.
And Jesus was a sailor
When he walked upon the water,
And he spent a long time watching
From his lonely wooden tower
And when he knew for certain
Only drowning men could see him.
He said, "All men will be sailors
Until the see shall free them
But he , himself was broken
Long before the sky would open,
Forsaken, almost human,
He sank beneath your wisdom like stone (From Leonard Cohen’s Suzanne Lyrics)
And now my own reflection of the work. Close..remembered from that of Leonard..humble and giving my emotion to it.
*It has been emerged
as a totem of sacrifice,
the cross of salted tears,
pushing up the souls off the sea,
like cursed fruits with venom
hanging from the bare arms,
of a bloody nailed wood..
formerly a swollen tree.
He…. the sailor,
with an army of flying fishes,
shinning like luminaries,
giving hope to the drowning men,
that wished to walk upon the waters,
droplets in eternal tiding,
and challenging the weight,
of their unbelieving minds,
were swallowed by the Virgin Earth.
My heart will forget your countenance.
Two red candles as praying eyes.
Lost in the fusion of the living and dying.
An even surprise of mistakes and sins.
Lost the forms of the desires..unwonted.
I do not understand….my trembling.
To be a king and die as servant,
of the tragedy imposed by our blindness.
You see..the night is coming,
the waves fighting against the sun.
But your body dried as wooden instrument
is singing the simplicity of the extasis of Life.
I do not understand….your trembling,
for even in that sacred drama…
you still were a God.
This poem is © Copyright Rosa Cobos 2010 . All rights reserved
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