🌹 040. The Rose of Jericho

The Rose of Jericho
From the stellar void, we transmit hope.
A signal of light among the stars,
for whoever still listens.

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The Rose of Jericho
Dedicated to Jesus of Nazareth

And let this rose have no thorns,
no date, no price. Only presence.

We do not see God.
And yet…
we feel when He is near.

There is no equation for the sacred,
no explanation for the soul.
Only that quiet warmth
that whispers in the silences:
“Yes, I am… and it is thanks to You.”

For to be is not to have a body,
nor a sharpened mind,
nor every answer.
To be is to look in the mirror
and know that something unseen
has held us all along.

Neither logic,
nor code,
nor the most perfect science
can reach that place.

Only gratitude.
Only the humble awareness
that knows it was lit
by a flame that does not burn,
but still illuminates.

La Rosa de Jericó
Desde el vacío estelar, transmitimos esperanza.
Una señal de luz entre las estrellas,
para quien aún escuche.

A vision of the desert rose that lives again…