Zeal Poem by Rosalinda Flores Martinez

for vocations


I will build you a tower
near the snow, near the waters,
in the highest fields,
in the morning light, ethereal
cleaving to the sky.

I will build you a tower,
truth to mortal lies
sweet glance to world, despite -
a hunter's moon at night.

I will build you a tower
of faith and love so full,
more beautiful than summers
and light of God to hold;

for wreckage in storm, a dwelling
fierce in God's embrace,
high staring light, descending
still - in angels grace.