Life is a spiral of lived experiences, emotions, and lessons that many times get interrupted by violence, pain, and in many cases by death. It is said that human passions repeat themselves without ceasing in time, like a mirage; I don’t know.
I only know that we live in a constant cycle of life, one day we are born, in others we grow, and one day we die. For me, the important thing is the meaning that we give to life, not just emotional highs nor the search for fleeting happiness.
Loving God and one’s neighbor was the center of Jesus’ message, showing a clear example that the search for meaning is much more than self-centeredness. To love is to serve, a part of life that implies joys and sacrifice, not speeches, and a coherency shown throughout time.
Here are some words enclosed in a poem about the temporality of human actions, either daily or far off…
In a second a life blooms, in a second it is taken away
Human hands of self destruction, decide in time to create pain
Cries in the silence make a surrounding echo, voices raise up
The unspeakable hearts that knead hope
One minute we gain everything, in another lose it all
The gambling of lives gathers tears
The arid desert calls for water a thousand times summoned
The mud that scatters ashes wants it to rain justice
In one hour decisions are made, in another they are torn apart
Premeditated insanities become actions
Far off lightning bugs light up the darkness
And simple songs become blazing flames of passion
On some days a rose blooms, on others it shrivels
Grief in the heart, pain with thorns
Eyes light up the dawn
Sincere forgiveness wants a friendly hand
Time turns on a clock that moves without pretension
Justice walks with no rush, pain with desperation
Someone far off yells Hear it by God!
“I have cried a thousand sorrows, but I have forgiven you by love.”
Translated by Lani Pickard