When Clouds Talk. Dear God Poem by Rosalinda Flores Martinez

What everything in me needs to articulate
is nested in the traffic of the clouds

I have been thinking about my life
how every day I spend my joys and sorrows

What will become of my tomorrows?
What will become of the offspring?

Now I understand what the elders have been
telling me about, what they have warned me about

Those wise words they have formed of my habits
sometimes cursing words, sometimes kind words

the many lessons of blood compacts
Dear God, growing older is twilight on my back

It is heavy load, even saddening
but full of hope and glowing surprises

Of course, of course you heard me
that I am more trusting of heaven

those beautiful colors of twilight you bless me
closest to angels, those golden mornings and nights of love

Your presence Lord makes everything right
every twilight, every tomorrow

You are my fill

in me, for those our hearts hold -
through Christ, our Lord. Amen.