then comes the blossom
Giver of life, with flowers you write,
with songs you give warmth,
with songs you give shade,
to those who are to live on the earth.*
'The sacred comes to us as beauty, in warm colours and sounds; and we humans approach truth through flower and song, that is in xochitl in cuicatl.' (Irarrazaval 1996:106)
Silence my soul.
These trees are prayers.
I asked a tree,
tell me about God.
I have waited for the blossom to come. Too soon there is a flash of blue, a blaze atop the tree-green. Already it is falling, covering the ground below.
Diego Irarrazaval, "In Xochitl in Cuicatl of Women and Men in Latin American Theology." Voices from the Third World vol. XIX/ 1 June 1996, pp. 106-137.
*The words of Nezahualcoyotl, of the Nahuatl people, recorded in, Miguel Leon Portilla, Literaturas Indigenas de Mejico Mexico: FCE 1992, p.274
**In response to Irarrazaval, Chung Hyun-Kyung (1996:143) offered a poem from the Asian mystic, Tagore.