I went around
Looking for carnations.
I couldn’t find any.
In the beginning
Let there be light
(After Mategna’s “Night”)
Claim this night,
His mountains design flight of earth
Rise of self to the top
Where word and silence stop
The inner eye seeing
On her natal day, September 25,2011
May you always be
God's masterpiece of art
A footnote to Levinas (12January06—25December95)
Unto his image
Unto the image and likeness
In memory of Sr. Asuncion C. Martinez, ICM,84
+ July 21,1994
All the streets lead to the sacred temple
Built by the town’s flesh and bones,
Its spirit, the blood of life freely given.
The secret is tabernacled here
It is the idiom of parable
Spells the difference between stranger
And citizen, a language of time here,
Mere curiosity for those passing through.