Reconciliation (Reconciliación)

This afternoon my dear friends Luke and Jayne lost their mother/grandmother.  It might be hard to see it now, but Thelma has now reconciled with God (the Supreme Force/a Higher Being) and found serenity.  This poem is dedicated to Thelma and translated with all my love and more creative license than usual for Luke and Jayne.  I hope it helps them find peace in their hearts.  From my Dad’s book The celebrated afternoon (La tarde festejada). 

Reconciliation (Reconciliación)

I have reconciled

with the ochre of the hills

stripped of their green

and covered in grey thistles

where the sun stops

at midday

and the first shadows

find refuge

by the shore of dreams.

I have reconciled with

the sand that gets mixed

in the August breeze

and with the fury

of Father Sun

that reduces the hours

to ashes.

I understand the Joy of living

when Death

makes its way in the anonymity

of the criminal and his

accomplice street.

I understand Justice

when impunity grows

like a tree

of diabolic roots,

uncontainable.

When I am nothing,

when I arrive at my final stop,

when the horizon is dark,

I feel that your silence

is the announcement

of the lights that will shine,

of the new prospects that will appear,

of hopes that will be reborn

in the elusive territory

of reconciliation.