Laura de Jesus

I wonder, looking at the sky

If when I was born, blindfolded

I'd know the score of the future

From the ethereal, 

from this destiny of mine?

In a convent, a cold nun

Dedicated to silence

He would have to suffer 

so much before

deserving of blasphemy

Living with wild cattle

with the secular remnants

of the anachronistic 

and rude flock

'Til it was daylight

Mine, of redemption

To occupy at last

Devout and ephemeral

what brought me here,

to my cherished mission?

Vertigo and hardships

I consider them today

Bearable

Woe to me to dare to think

That without suffering

We purify ourselves!

We are learners

And let's

To the roots of the hologram

That brings us on the path

How longed for!

Shortcuts would 

be death throes

My loves would fade

 they were redeemers

Part of the Calvary

that leads me

To the Rosary that I challenge

One by one to your wick

Accepting the Inclemency

subjecting me to incongruity

of the shepherded flock.

Here I am

Standing in front of you

May your quarry grow for you 

Between hands and consciences

which Allah hath given unto you-

free will-

To you this turbine of blood

Executioners of Humanity

To me, compassion

and wisdom 

to accept you as you are.