September 22, 2000

Poet's Corner


By Oyamel Gonzalez

On this landscape past noon, everything is boiling.

On this golden land, the air is humid fire.

Yet you are not melting.

Yet you now know that your greatest fear is discovering how unpowerless you
are because then you have to take responsibility.

You are a tower of fierce compassion.

You are a giant who was sitting down but is now standing up.

Of course there are many types of rage.

Only the best ones spring up for justice for love withheld.

Rage with the assurance of knowing why people die when they see God's face.

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