Final

This is the last poem from my Dad’s book Variations for an epopee (Variaciones para una epopeya) in which he combined his keen interest in history and his passion for poetry, studying the events that shaped Colombia and the characters who played key roles in our Independence from the Spanish Empire.

Final

Dreams must have overwhelmed him.

Realities that felt like dreams.

Yellow wheat fields of the countryside in Boyacá,

fog over the gaps of the narrow mountain passes.

Light of God in the crickets.

On the candles that light up the silent farms

shine without obscurities the excitement of the patriot.

Now death spreads its jasmine scents.

The glass of his life was poured out drop by drop.

Now even the silence is in order.

The celestial flame still burns in his dying eyes.

What a calm journey

and what a beautiful lesson of humility.