Poem of the Flowers

Your body is an extension of your soul,

Why would not it have any value?

I see you,

I know your talents,

Why did you give up on them?

I speak to you,

I gave everything I had to buy you for me,

Why do you let them seduce you?

I made all of your waves, your mountains and valleys,

My eyes could not see more than beauty in your gaze,

Why do you cover it with that darkness?

From all the flowers

To me, you are better than the best of the flowers,

Your skin is much more lovely,

Your perfume can not be compared.

I gave you a proper name

And I called you mine.

You have forgotten of the love that I permeated in your hair,

And how its movement

Relived the good night kiss

I gave you the first night I formed you.

Why did your nails and your fingers leave behind tenderness?

When my hands moved to give you life

With my fingers I reached the most delicate zones of your spirit,

And they molded it:

I made you of tenderness.

The light I placed in your eyes

Shined with its own light among the brighter lights.

My spirit was the prism

That gave diversity of colors

To the exquisite crystal that inhabits your retina.

I still remember the ink of your lips,

The loving strokes of your faith in me.

Come back and sing as you did before,

My ears are waiting delighted.

You are so full of art, my dear,

You are the best of my pieces:

The best flower among the best of the flowers.

Poem by Jorge Penso/ Paint by Rebecca Ersfeld

Author’s notes:

In 2019, I participated in a series of evangelistic activities during the Rio Carnival, on the beaches of Copacabana, in the city of Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. One of the activities in particular had foreseen to give a gift, an unique detail, to women in situation of prostitution. Our intention was to transmit them a different image of themselves, far from the darkness that surrounded them daily…

This poem arises, then, as a sort of allocution inspired by the heart of God.