De Amore Dei

FOTOGRAFIA EUROPEA SPECIALE DICIOTTOVENTICINQUE 2022
       Will you open the door for me? In the kingdom of God there is a room of mirrors without corners, where men come dressed in evil clothes. There is a key that opens our blind spot. The place where the garments fall to the ground. The triangle of light that gives birth to every tremor.

Will you take care of me? They move in the corridors black their shadows disappear. The care lies in rough hands in washing a dish or in squeezing tightly a nail between your hands. Even their blood is the one and only prerogative of God. The warm body belongs to him, everything does. May their souls disappear into the empty pupils of men who often make mistakes.

Will you let me feel pleasure? God touches your warm body when he chooses you. Consecrating is the belonging that comes from heaven. He whispered at every nerve, the filter skin that divides. Every breath on the ears a prayer, each prayer a moment granted to passion. Amen always comes too soon.

Will you free me from my body’s limits? We ate at the same table in the refectory of God. Everything spoke of him, the celestial tiles on the walls, the joyful smiles on their faces. God does not descend among men and yet I never saw anything more earthly.

Will I be able to move on my own? Thanks to him, the flowers, the broth and every pain. He who moves everything needs consent. The strength lays in his nails that pulsate on their bones. One doesn’t forget how to serve him. The art of healing is a stigma.

Will I be be happy? Kneeling in front of him, everything is quiet. The cold wait without mistakes, perfect joy rings sacrifice to the ears. Love is sacrifice and eternity. Is faith enough in itself? We walked together in empty places with the divine echoes of the past. Don't you hear the voice of God?