I spoke to Carlos in a dream
as the first feather-in heaven fell-
upon the calling of a mother's tear...
welled in her soul, a sadness
unto the heart of God;
one Mother's heart
made sadness in His eyes.
While cries of all humanity dulled
like whispered waves, this
yet-fallen tear reached within
the limitless love, pieced an unending patience
deeper than boundless wells of forgiveness.
So it was there, in a moment held
in His eyes, yet to be past; within
a curled filament of her pain--there it fell,
feather weight to crush pillars of time
the first feather...
fell upon the call;
and His great sadness rose
like a hand in kindness,
to softly touch one cheek.
Inspired by- Carlos Drummond de Andrade
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c9jH1cXBryA
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Carlos Drummond de Andrade a famous Brazilian poet considered by many among the best in the great number of amazing modernists writers in the period of non democratic military rule, repression of speech was a voice of freedom--and this is inspired by one of my favorites of his short works-- Tristeza no céu (Sadness in the Sky)...HDM
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