Treasure Island

Esteban Arellano

when light breaks

when light breaks across
La Sangre de Cristo peaks
& leaves shimmer along its pathway
when beams burst from the towers
of St. Francis of Assisi
& living light illuminates
the cobble streets of Santa Fe
when flames dance above my head
& prayers drone from Cristo Rey to San Miguel
when hymns drift along the walkways
& Holy Faith is a golden glow
the park bench becomes a pew
then father stands before me
his hands strong on my shoulders
his voice tenor & beautiful
eighteen years come & go
& I remember
I am my father's son
& sings my soul
I am my father’s son
& sings my soul

Submitted: Sunday, January 23, 2011
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