I
tell you God’s footprint—called Iguaçu is beautiful, —
It’s
as if the waters of the falls were blessed…
As
if God, Himself ten-thousand years ago made a
Promise—and
kept it, —that it would never be less!...
They
cast the most jubilant light to the eye—to the
Sky! Each drop of water, every drop of water:
Some
wild, some calm, all longing to reach somewhere
Someone:
to outdo the other, as they sing and hum,
Beat
like drums, slap your face, and drench your body,
Blind
your eyes at times… (Don’t
stand too close!)
So
many colors at Iguaçu, so many rainbows too:
They
never, never, —Ever, really end! . . .
#3734 (3-11-2013) /For; Dra. Gladys Margot Miguel
Villar
