Redeemed ©

there is something to be

said about the tender life

in this village that handled

time like it waited for it to 

be lost.  Spring is beautiful

here where the elderly wait

for a piece of heaven to fall

from the sky, hours expand

with children playing on the

street and sadness drops like

leaves from trees.  there are

living beside the sparkling 

lake campesinos who wake

in the morning to make their

way to fields where they toil

the day long thinking about 

days when no stone will be

silent on their ancient land

and those who labored for

the Spanish like slaves and

bleed for the “Americans”

for too many lonely bitter

years will find resurrection

making an appearance out

of places where dreams have 

been stuck for centuries   

h. j. Recinos