In the realm of affection and the present instant lies his essence,
for he has flung wide the doors to the wintry froth and the summertime
clamor—he who distilled purity into water and sustenance—who embodies
the elusive charm of departing places and the transcendent ecstasy
of abiding locales. He is the embodiment of affection and futurity,
the vigor and devotion that we, standing tall amidst fury and ennui,
perceive traversing the heavens of tempests and the banners of rapture.
He is love! A flawless and redefined standard, a miraculous, unforeseen
rationale, and eternity: a mechanism cherished for its fateful attributes.
We have all tasted the terror of his concession and ours: reveling in our
well-being, empowered by our faculties, selfishly affectionate and passionate
for him,—he who adores us because his existence is boundless…
And we reminisce of him as he embarks anew…And if Adoration stirs, resonates,
his Vow resonates: “Down with these superstitions, these other entities,
these unions and epochs. This is the era that has passed into oblivion!”
He shall not depart, nor descend again from some celestial realm, nor assuage
the wrath of women, the mirth of men, or absolve all transgressions: for it
is concluded now, since he exists and since he is adored.
His breath, his countenance, his swift movements; the awe-inspiring rapidity of
form and action when they attain perfection.
The fecundity of thought and the expanse of the world!
His corporeal form! the longed-for liberation, the fusion of grace with newfound intensity!
All that he beholds! all the ancient supplications and penalties annulled as he passes by.
His era! the annulment of all clamorous and restless suffering within a more profound harmony.
His stride! migrations more profound than ancient invasions.
O He and I! a pride more magnanimous than forsaken benevolence.
O world!—and the crystalline song of fresh sorrows!
He comprehended us all and loved us, may we, on this wintry eve, from coast to coast,
from the raucous pole to the citadel, from the multitude to the shore, from one vision to another,
our strength and sentiments weary, salute him and witness him and bid him farewell,
and beneath the waves and atop snow-laden deserts, follow his gaze,—his breath—his form,—his era.
:: 03.27.2024 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 