As I'm still a bit off center, mostly because of the comings and goings of my granddaughter's home to mine This has repercussions on the blog, today I leave only a small and beautiful sonnet, a sonnet if it can ever be small.
Dedicated especially to someone who has always admired and loved the author of it and that is the NUMBER ONE of the commentators on this blog.
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Now that we own, Christ,
tell you the truth, Lord, I do not
How I can believe what I see
if faith is believing what is not I have seen?
If I hear your voice in my How to resist?
How I can find, if you own,
if you chew it, if I taste?
This is my faith, take communion, therefore I am.
I will not have to jump over the gap
to reach the edge of your hands
or put my head on your chest.
more inside of me that you as mine.
your voice I know more than my brothers.
That your faith is more certain than certainty.
José Luis Martín Barefoot
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