The one of faith

After every liturgy
 they dress me in a garment that might have
                             been snatched from the dead body of Abel
 the Divine Breath
 and it wraps up my senses and phantoms
 in its sublime and brilliant...silk.

 Till just a few moments ago
 it belonged to no one...that is why I as well
 as one of the many terrified by this World
 found the opportunity to invent my Imagination
 as if it were a reason to enjoy the frivolous curiosity
 of an entire group of hunters and hunted stretching
 out to the ends of the Earth...and the ends of the Mind
 during the time when the candle
 of the Punished People guttered.

 But because only Jerusalem rolls from my eyes
 I would like to begin this entire History once more.

 And you must forgive
 this entry of my thoughts into Fog
 because only in that way will I be able to distinguish
 with that particularity
 of the Idol that was born to be pulled down.

 Christ...that beautiful and pale boy
 like a branch on the tree of Israel
 who split existence in two...

 With this strange division I was obliged
 to deny the influence of the Sun
                                                         to Living Humans
 and to accept the miracles of flame
                                           in dead Spirits...

 By then he would have heard me
 and like a truly unforgettable Son
 he would touch the scant earth of my Dreams
 so that I might reestablish contact with old Sensibilities
 which today have been transformed into Sins
 to the point they are able to obliterate you
                             from the face of the Earth...
 in order that I may grant them
 the last opportunity at Salvation
 and unite them with the Biblical Population.

 But in the world
 so many things have changed.

 I can see clearly that the senses
 do not have the tread to take them there
 and perhaps now is the time to doubt for once
 those lines in the Bible
 and to see as Moses did from Mt. Sinai
 that deceptive view of the World...
 how reliable the weight of the word is
 there where Christ and the Disciples
 just as they were convinced of the successes
                                                         of Metaphysical Scripture...
 found themselves shaken by doubt just like those frightened
 in Sleep
 that the consequences of infinite gazes
 and unrestrained emotions
 remain on the face of the Earth...

 Consequently, but one more reason for the divided
 population of the Bible to risk
 these adventures and spiritual heartaches.

 But after a while chilled to the bone they will remember
 that they would never be able to perform such miracles
 as God was looking down on them from on high.

 But it's worth the effort
 for the sake of human beings
 who when you get down to it were born in order to die
 and to fall into Sin for the Eternal God!

 But it is likely
               that God had not seen them at all.

 Just as he can't see
 this moment here on this World
 where I have just lifted the Flame of Candles
 which will warm or so it appears
 the empty palace of God.

 He remained neglected and unmarried
 like the Heroes
 who when they won brought their Era to an end...
 and that Divine Form of Immortal Life
 which is so necessary to our Existence
 so it may avoid as much as it possibly can
 the Nightmares which come day and night
 so strange how...
 from the soulless spirit of the Past.

 But look soon my life will come to an end as well
 despite the services I offered
 warming in poverty and in cold
 the empty Palace of God
 which unlike me
 because of the warm fate
 which it is provided with from Below
 will remain truly immortal.