Rosa,
Poor, beautiful God’s perfect creature
Everything good on her
Regardless the size of her pocket.
She is just a mere teenager
But her troubles are older than her.
Her office is the country club
At Najera
The floor with glitering shining tiles
Is her office seat
And
The dancing pipe,
Is her desk
She is a club dancer.
Rosa,
A part time dancer
And a student at one of the universities,
She comes from a humble background
So, all troubles are beyond her measure.
She is a student before the sun sets
And later,
When the sun has gone to rest
She is a dancer
Who earns from her beauty.
Touch and continue.
You have given me my name, and you’re the only one to love me.
You are my father, better than life and, stronger then iron
You called me your son and spoke to me your word.
It is so beautiful; I couldn't, but memorize and write it down.
Publish it and call it holy.
Yes sir, it’s the bible. Guidance to our reconnection to perfection,
But none can be perfected.
Imperfectly advertising an answer that's not yet answered,
But consumed.
Faith is you, and we praise for answers
Hidden replies are your solution. So we wait for the night,
Where you take us all away.
That is why, therefore "in God we wait, and trust".
By: Jerry Najera
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