By Celeste Ledesma
Listening can be an unsettling thing.
"God gave you two ears and one mouth
so you could do more listenin' than talkin',"
says Father so-and-so.
But listening to _______can be an unsettling thing.
That's when you feel unsettled.
That's when you notice something
Listen to the church organ blasting on Easter Sunday.
Listen to creaking pews as mothers rock crying babies.
Listen to – Jesus and Father and Altar Boys
Basking in the attention we all devote;
Basking so deeply that Jesus and Father and Altar
That we can't bear
Because listening can be an unsettling thing.
...and so now settle down, you
And remember to think about things
you should think about
at easter sunday mass, like
sitting and silence and singing and touching others' hands and plastic eggs hidden in grass
and of course,
...and so now listen up, you,
Spake the tone in Father so-and-so's voice
and so I did
because I forgot
(or because I remembered)
How Blessed are we, for we are so unique in that we are the Chosen Ones by God Among All the other creature on the earth We were Chosen to do Gods Will and given the ability to show love
and some other w o r d s
singing praises for humanity,
the superior species
in the Eyes of God
and i begin to feel
Large and small
at the same time;
i feel so (i don't know) and i want to—
(i don't know)
Why I am so upsettled?
I mean no...
No, yes, that's what I mean.
...so what can I do with
But look into the eyes of Christ on the Cross,
Raised and sunken and burdened
But think about how
he's the chosen among Chosen,
But wonder if his eyes would
Not have been lowered instead
But wonder if they are not sunken
But softened instead
But wonder if they are not always swollen with burden
But simply beholding________________________________________________________.
But feel the need to
lowered eyes past
the stained glass rays
of morning glow,
past the iridescent voices
of the choir dancing on
until I realize
that they are
fixed upon a
praying right beside me
Ella está rezando el padre nuestro en español
Even though no one else will join her
Even though no one else will notice her
Porque esta lengua
Es la major manera que sabe
las flores en su jardin
los jardineros de su universidad
It's the way that she sings
Lullabies to her niece at night
So her words can sail
Upon the wind's back
And be kissed by the moon
Who has blessed
The nocturnal songs
Of her family
To Silenced Voices,
We can't understand
What we're hearing