Unveil

These doleful shadows will dissipate.
The true light will triumph; death will die.
Heaven help me; reinvigorate
My weary soul; hear my anguished cry.

Give me a glimpse of that blessed day.
Unveil what is to come; help me see
The joy in her eyes; reveal, convey
The wonder, all that I know she will be.

Then mournful sighs will yield to laughter;
Sorrows will fade into blissful songs.
Transport me into that hereafter
Where seraphim dwell, where my heart belongs.

Meanwhile I'll miss her; I'll mourn; I'll weep.
But I won't be overwhelmed by grief.
Visions of glory undimmed I'll keep
During this cold separation brief.


© 2018 David Acosta Perez

This Lonely, Dark Nowhere

Lonely couch, walker, dining room chair,
Large window panes that quietly glare:
What do they know? Are they aware
That I'm restless, lost inside a prayer?

Life stalls, but time doesn't seem to care.
Phone calls and messages should be rare;
I'd escape them, but they're everywhere.
So I sit in the dark and stare.

Oh, how I miss your voice--and I swear,
I remember the scent of your hair.
Ah, here's that sweater you used to wear
And the round table we used to share.

The sound of your voice is in the air;
Oh, sit beside me here, if you dare.
Or lead me to your distant somewhere.
Take me from this lonely, dark nowhere.


© 2018 David Acosta Perez

Transportado

Un siglo en una semana,
Dentro del cual perdido estoy:
El espejo insiste que soy
El mismo. ¿Y la ventana?
Cubierta de gotas amargas,

Me revela que he cambiado,
Cual sol friolento, nublado,
Rendido a las noches largas.
Mi ser se esconde, se hunde
Dentro de la tristeza negra.
La luna cae, se desintegra;
Y cada estrella se funde.

Entonces tu voz me transporta;
Tiernamente me tranquiliza.
El recuerdo revitaliza
Mi ser; cada fibra conforta.
Te veo rejuvenecida,
Alegre, sonriendo, cantando.
Sé que me estás esperando,
Que no fue una despedida.


© 2018 David Acosta Perez

Dark Days

Today the sun will shine in the usual way.
Clouds will obscure its face, but they will dissipate.
The sky will soon be blue; why fret about the gray?...
You need not fear the tempest's wrath, its blast irate.

Storm clouds will come and go;
Troubles will fade, you know.
Look for the hidden rays,
Even on the dark days.

The looking glass deceives; there's an image unseen,
A finished work, a glory yet to be revealed.
When the fat years lead to an era frail and lean,
Let seeds of hope spring forth; let faith its harvest yield.

Storm clouds will come and go;
Troubles will fade, you know.
Look for the hidden rays,
Even on the dark days.

It is easier said than done, I know;
Be daring; do it anyway.
Someday, in a resurgent afterglow,
You'll glide into an endless day.

Stormclouds will come and go;
Troubles will fade, you know.
Look for the hidden rays,
Even on the dark days.


© 2018 David Acosta Perez

A Glimpse of Glory

I am soaring on the wings of contemplation,
Longing to see what is presently blurred.
Oh for just a glimpse of the great consummation:...
What eye has not seen, what ear has not heard.

Isaiah, open my eyes, oh visionary!
I now know in part, Paul; what is the sum?
Unveil his glory, John! Praise him, blessed Mary!
Light my path, reveal that which is to come.


© 2018 David Acosta Perez

In Between

Para ti, Mami querida...

In between the singing and the laughter,
My heart is breaking like never before.
In between this fog and the hereafter,...
I am praying for time--just a bit more.

And I know the promise of peace and goodwill
Is something I should meditate upon;
And I do believe, I know I always will;
But here between this endless night and dawn,

I am crying, as I intercede for you;
Hoping, yearning for your restoration.
In the midst of everything I say and do,
There's a restlessness, a desperation,

An ache no jubilant songs can assuage;
I am lost inside this dark, unturned page,
Fading in this wintry uncertainty,
Waiting between what is and what will be.


© 2018 David Acosta Perez