JESUS...., poem of Amado Nervo.

JESUS...., poema de Amado Nervo.


Jesus did not come from the world of "the heavens."
It came from the very bottom of souls;
where the "I" nests: from the regions
internal of the Spirit.

Why look for him above the clouds?
The clouds are not the throne of the gods.
Why seek him in the burning stars?
Flames are like the sun that shines on us,
Orbs, inflamed gases ... Flames
no more. Why look for him on the planets?
Balloons are like ours, illuminated
for a star in whose lathe they turn.

Jesus came from where
come the deepest thoughts
and the most remote instinct.
It did not descend: it emerged from the ocean
endless of the subconscious;
He came back to him, and there he is, serene and pure.
It was and is an aeon. The one that enters
dared in the abyss
without beaches of itself,
with the light of love, that one finds you.