Excerpt:
Adélia Prado is a Catholic intimist poet who writes about the instantaneous
apprehension of reality and the transformation of this reality through a critical,
and yet sensual Christian experience of the world...
A Sick Man Says a Morning Prayer
By the sign of the Holy Cross,
may my swollen belly come unto You
and my sickness without cure move You, Lord.
I begin my day, I who in my favour
explain that I passed the dark night in wakefulness.
I heard - and this is when at times I rest -
voices from more than thirty years ago.
I saw bright wedges of sunlight in the middle of the night.
My mother spoke to me,
I shooed away cats that licked
the bowl of my childhood.
Deliver me from hurling against You
my body's sorrow,
its zealous decay.
I must say, to relieve my feelings:
what wrathful love You have.
Take pity on me,
have mercy on me
through this sign of the Holy Cross
which 1 make over forehead, heart, mouth,
from toe tip to head,
from palm to palm.
...from Poesias Reunidas (Collected Poems)
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