Within Spanish Hands She Prays
There is nothing without his breath in my air
May his eyes always light my life until darkness overwhelms my flesh
May my soul sit with you forever
There is nothing I cannot bring forth
You are my offering, my sacrifice, my lamb of giants
The future is my fortitude
And my foundation is your mind
May you guide me into wisdom and grace
Finally we are beyond the bridge
Crossing over into our glory
Laid to Rest, For A Long Time
Angel de guerra where is your shadow over me?
Have you forgotten your children?
Lift us higher then the towers of Babel
Bring them to ruin, into the soil, into the seas
The rivers ring loud and the mountains watch over me
Bring me forth into the pastures of peace
Arise young warriors your bosom is beneath me
Bow on and lift your eyes toward the revelry
For war is at hand and the mighty will steer
My dear bother Yeshu may you guide us there
Hang us over like dried loin cloths that we my burn out bear
Let us bleed out the salvation of my people and win over fear
Bury, burn and build roots in the graveyard sanctuaries
The steeples are empty and their fridges are full of fiction
Beneath their warring riots they rot inside closed doors
Copyright © Rebekah Guerra | Year Posted 2020
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