Obispo Medardo Gomez y su sermon celebrando el mes de los martires, November, 2009. Bishop Gomez remembers the story of exile, world-wide solidarity during the war, and the role of the pastor, un compromiso al pueblo, a promise from God, not a profession. Part II concludes with El Corrido de la Cruz Subversiva and Communion in Church of the Resurrection, San Salvador.
RUDA,
ANTES LA BATALLA, ANCIENT LEAVES
SEND
A BOUQUET OF PERFUME BEFORE THE STRUGGLE
Obispo
gets in the car and hands me
a
sprig of ruda, canoe-shaped leaves
the
size of the moon on your fingernail.
the
yerba buenas y malas de su mamá.
Esta
mañana, Obispo, ¿Que vamos hacer?
Ataque,
he says, striking the air.
Sí,
sí, comandante, I say, saluting.
Strong
sweet smell of the tiny leaves be your morning shield.
Jim
Bodeen
18 de
noviembre 2009
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