JORGE MONTERO CALDERÓN

 

A God For Everyone

 

They say there is only one God

But many of them have passed

Before my mind

The God that some created

Made in his image, likeness

And absolute convenience

With whom they communicate

through social networks

Never leaves them on seen

So hilarious so true

 It seems he always

 Has the urge

To update details

Of their existence

To “Like” their posts

The God of Punishers

Unhappy people who eat

With the pain of the naive

The God of those who promise land

For people slept in their graves

With prizes that do not belong to them

The God of abandoned wives who loves them all

Who could never break their hearts

And between all of them

Mine

A rebel without a cause

 

A Letter To God

 

I need to talk to you,

yes, in person

Must I say in spirit?

Anyway

I'm sick of middlemen

(Every form of refuge has its price)

They ask for alms in your name

To satisfy their worldly tastes

Besides, they ally with whoever buys,

Sells, or lends them whatever they need.

Let's talk dear God

I do not know what to do

Is it true that you don't use a whip?

Where did your son go?

What do they call death,

If my beloved ones live forever in my thoughts?

Come back, come back here by my side

Like you did when i was a kid

Remember?

We had a lot of fun

You were in your mood

I also invited your son

To eat an apple

But all those sweet memories

Run and hide from me today.

 

Headed For The South Side Of Eden

 

God, your silence summons ancestral anguish,

Like crossword puzzle letters strewn in my way,

Cruel, antagonistic questions surround me

What has become of such loyal friends?

Drunk with innocence I stagger before your memory

I refuse to understand denials which stop emptiness,

Clinging to the horoscope, prisoner of emotions

That separates you from my life, blessed God where are you?

I speak tenderly to the lioness who has me ambushed,

Stay, everything will change one of these days, sobs my soul

While I blindly hit the wire fence that everyone avoids,

It's enough for me to hear you even during my uncertainties

Light years away from what's in my imagination,

I'm still tied to vertigo, sad and dark as a winter morning

Will it be that someday, somewhere, something will change?

I implore that in time you come to rescue me from pain,

To illuminate this uncertainty for not listening to your voice

And thus, transcend once and for all my weaknesses,

To this feeling, I will hide in my exhaust,

As a guardian angel reveals my parcel in heaven,

Tell me, Almighty, did you ask him?

Will I stop being part of your silence and abandonment?

My eyes cry out and claim hopes are already gone.

 

 

JORGE MONTERO CALDERÓN

 

JORGE MONTERO CALDERÓN, is a poet, translator, editor and lecturer from Costa Rica, he writes verse and narrative in Spanish, English and Italian, and was published in Italy, He is also a therapist and works in behalf of people under social risk.