FATHER MOSES
When I first saw you,
a Jesuit in rags,
living among traders,
sleeping where truth sleeps.
At night I came.
A boy seeking light.
You spoke softly,
and the world unfolded.
You taught me
how power moves.
How words defend better than fists.
How humility crowns leadership.
You took me to the mountains of the market
and said:
“The greatest secret society
is the universe itself.”
In night schools.
In borrowed libraries.
You opened philosophy,
astrology,
palms,
soil,
and stars.
You showed me Rome in spirit,
the Vatican in mind,
the ivory towers
through discipline and silence.
You said you would die
a Catholic priest.
And you did.
When they told me you were gone,
my body broke.
But my soul knew—
souls do not separate.
You were teacher.
Guardian.
Voice of the unseen.
Rest now,
Saint Moses.
History will forget many kings.
But wisdom remembers its fathers.
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