“Not having hands and feet or a tongue and mouth
Nor intervening in obvious ways,
I spoke to you with gifts of love and signs.
I pushed that girl toward you and then children
And made that church crowd stoic and austere
Expecting you to grasp them with both hands.
These things would make you happy and give meaning
You were supposed to learn that I am love
And live in such a way as to protect that.
And when the chance of being happy came
Embrace it and support it with virtue.
“The whole of time and space my speaking with you.
A labyrinth where love becomes apparent.
But infidelities and other signs of want
And compromises which will make you fail
In cities which have become solitudes
A social landscape where nothing will happen
Where mere encounters make up for attachments
There, you no longer see how to be guided
Or see how much I love you from the signs.
“Do I have to come there myself,
And show you that I love you
By letting your hateful ways strip me of all?
Do I have to kill myself to prove I love you
And to encourage you to love each other?”
That’s what he would have said, and after twenty hundred years,
When he speaks to me as he does, today
Because there was a sacrifice and death,
He tells me who to trust and to embrace.
Abject before him, without will
Knowing that all things will be well
Faithful to the woman he brought to me
Accepting the success of trade and labour
Adherent of an onerous and strict prayer
I hear the emptiness speak and see the signs of life.
If I drift from the listening, or from the love for him
It will have been my fault, my lack of virtue
But most of all I want to hear his voice
As if he had a mouth and ears and body
And that is sometimes truly how it is.
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