The light of your face

"Trace the light of your face on Emmanuel's face!" Said the psalm and I liked it. "The light of your face" is my purest poetry, the most essential. It was written on napkins or small random papers in the eight months I was confined to bed waiting for my child to be born. Nothing has been more magical than this eight months where I had been talking to him and expecting him to come so we can "evangelize the world" together.

 

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The light of your face, review by Andreas Karantonis

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I was looking for you in the garden of fountains
I was drawing your breath from the rose petals
Your fingers
From the beams of light over the water
I was looking for you
Inside the silent buds
Pollen from the hands of god
And i was picking up the spaces
Skies converging inside me.

 

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Where are you coming from
I didn't ask
Your memory sleeps in its infancy
But I know you bring centuries with you
Of Enlightment

That your hands touched
The annunciation of the world
And the knowledge written on your small existence
Visions and quintessence.

Ποιον δρόμο πήρες για να ’ρθεις
Μέσ’ απ’ τα σπλάχνα μου
I didn't ask
Τυλιγμένο σε μεταξένιο κέλυφος σιωπής
Ανθίζει ρόδα ο ύπνος σου
Και τα όνειρά σου
Φτερά αγγέλων σε πηγές άλλης ζωής.

Μα ξέρω πως φέρνεις την αφή και το άρωμα
Του άγνωστου κόσμου
Κύκλοι εποχών που υψώθηκαν
Αδιαίρετα
Στο φως
Για να επωάσουν τη δική σου γέννηση

Φέρνεις τη δωρεά της Συγκατάθεσης
Μαγεμένα δάχτυλα
Που θ’ αγγίξουν το δικό μας
Φως!