Where the Day Breaks/ by Obed R. Souza

‘ I will go over and see this strange sight – why the bush does not burn up. ‘ ( Ex. 3:3)

Where The Day Breaks
By Obed R. Souza

Sometimes I wonder
Why our jars of clay have endured so much.
Bewildered and bewitched
I go on trying to reason why we didn´t vanished just the other day.
Every single day I open up my front window for a fresh new morning ,
I can´t resist considering the smell and the ashes of the dead left behind:
The Nazis and the slaughtering of million s of Jews,
Hiroshima and Nagazaki,
The hunger of African infants,
Brazil´s favelas under drug- gun fire ,
Gaza strip and this age-old strife ,
The fight for freedom behind the bars…
Risen and falling of nations…
The plea of the poor and innocent , the fear of the rich…

I can´t help but thinking
Why the silver cord, once more ,
Not severed – and we all lost and perished
Fallen in the abyss of nothingness :
This Sacred battle ground treasured for men
To keep up golden trophies of glorious hate.
Holy ground made to nourish heroic souls
Of dead brave lions now made saints
From under their graves, sowing seeds
Of bigotry in fields of plastic flowers.

Then, I remember I was told
Of an enduring fire from within a bush,
yet not burning it up ,
A fire that rather than destroying … speaks!!!
I am not talking about a keeper
He Himself is the fire , instead .
Yes, fire speaks! To distinguish the real from the apparent.
Where dried and withered leaves do not fade.
A secret place where death is not conqueror but conquered
Fire-proof Life!
It holds all man´s ambitions off , so that
Neither the wrath of gods nor man´s desires can reach it.

It´s an altar to keep the deeds and blood of millions of unsung heroes as a memorial .
This fire announces the dawn of a new start
A fortress of life against death , tomorrow against never
I want all men´s hearts to be set there
This place is pregnant of days, centuries, millennia …. Eternity:
The heart of God – The Day Breaker .
April/2009