I
MIGHTY GOD
Oh Almighty god, you that have risen from the death...
You that have given us pious hope, give us love
Beyond the power of the incredible, beyond the
talents of men
Beyond the skills entrusted to mankind.
Today, when the sun rose it was you my lord,
That wonderful spark that illuminated my soul
and heart.
When the sun emerged it you appearing through the
curtains
The clouds clear up far beyond our imagination
Then we see that your kingdom opened for us.
You lord of lords is who I see, a palace with
no bell,
Without gold in your door, no diamonds to
knock...
II
This morning as I woke up It heard you lord calling
me
It was you showing me the way which I must pass...
Not far away I heard the birds singing,
chanting of joy
Then decided to go biking to the nearest park,
my house, my Rembrandt park.
Far away, the church bell shouted wake up, the
echo of martial tone.
It was still misty, dark, I was easy but
cold. In vain I looked to catch a star.
I slowed down, got out the bike and start
walking,
Crossed the narrow bridge and steped towards
the trees
Suddenly, the aparition. A group jumped into
the park, they appeared from nowhere,
Yet, there they were, Happily I saw the young and older women and men pass by
The dozen men wraped in long jacks, and the girl is winter's dress
I circled my head to observe the well. The Holy week invated my head.
It was close to six in the morning, Sunday.
Easter day, I thought: not meeting anybody.
III
2015, this year's spring has not began yet. But
today... They had a mission.
They must hurry up... They went to the
Sloterplaats park to see him come
I hesitated and looked up for a sign... It is
rain time again today,
The clouds gray... an obvious thought: the sun
has not a chance to show up.
IV
Far is presenced the believers kept their
quick peace, walking hand in hand,
Still they went. Babys slept.. one
climbed up her father's arm
Where do you go so early? I asked the girl
with the friendly smile
And a photo camera hanging in her neck.
We are walking to the Sloterpak... to see him
rise up...
I ask myself .. are they going to see God rise
up?.
You mean..., you all got up to see him rising
up, I said?
It is a tradition for us... we walk from our
church every year
To see the sun rising up... Come along she
said...
V
I almost joined them. But I prefered to go
back home...
The thought of seeing him raisng up stay with
me whole morning.
I made coffie and stared at the horizont, far
out of my window.
The time passed. People on the street began to
move. It was eight o'clock.
And like wonder there he was... Jaja... I
laughed.
The birds sang in joyce, the trees looked
greener than before
Nothing mattered anymore. True hope,
Resurrection day, I said.
He is rising. That was the moment I hoped for
Ja ja ja Shine. you are light. You;re de
star in wchch I believe.
Shine on me, shine on us. Oh my Almighty
God coming from the east.
Oscar Darío Velasquez Lugo
05-04-2015
Amsterdam
original-borrador/////////////////////////////
Oh my Almighty god, god rises from the death...
When the sun rises high in april it is you that speak to loud,
Beyond you the incredible woman, beyond the invisible man in us...
Beyond the gifted skills it is given to mankind.
It is you my revelation today. The sun shines too hard.
When the sun rises it is you rising from behind the curtains
The sky clears up and deep beyond the imagination
We see that the windows of your palace open wide..
Your lord house, I see, has no doorbell to ring,
There is no gold in your door, no diamonds to knock... open is the way...
II
This morning as I woke up It was you lord that called on me
It was you showing, anouncing the path which we must pass...
Not far away I heard the birds and peagens singing, chanting
Then decided to go biking to the nearest park, my house, my Rembrandt park.
Far away, the church bell shouted wake up, the echo of martial tone.
It was still misty, dark, I was easy but cold. In vain I looked to catch a star.
I slowed down, got out the bike and start walking,
Crossed the narrow bridge and steped towards the trees
Suddenly, the aparition. A group jumped into the park, they appeared from nowhere,
Yet, there they were, Happily I saw the young and older women and men pass by
The dozen men wraped in long jacks, and the girl is winter's dress
I circled my head to observe the well. The Holy week invated my head.
It was close to six in the morning, Sunday. Easter day, I thought: not meeting anybody.
III
2015, this year's spring has not began yet. But today... They had a mission.
They must hurry up... They went to the Sloterplaats park to see him come
I hesitated and looked up for a sign... It is rain time again today,
The clouds gray... an obvious thought: the sun has not a chance to show up.
IV
Far is presenced the believers kept their quick peace, walking hand in hand,
Still they went. Babys slept.. one climbed up her father's arm
Where do you go so early? I asked the girl with the friendly smile
And a photo camera hanging in her neck.
We are walking to the Sloterpak... to see him rise up...
I ask myself .. are they going to see God rise up?.
You mean..., you all got up to see him rising up, I said?
It is a tradition for us... we walk from our church every year
To see the sun rising up... Come along she said...
V
I almost joined them. But I prefered to go back home...
The thought of seeing him raisng up stay with me whole morning.
I made coffie and stared at the horizont, far out of my window.
The time passed. People on the street began to move. It was eight o'clock.
And like wonder there he was... Jaja... I laughed.
The birds sang in joyce, the trees looked greener than before
Nothing mattered anymore. True hope, Resurrection day, I said.
He is rising. That was the moment I hoped for
Ja ja ja Shine. you are light. You;re de star in wchch I believe.
Shine on me, shine on us. Oh my Almighty God coming from the east.
Oscar Darío Velasquez Lugo
05-04-2015
Amsterdam
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