HOPE by alexis valdes (cuba)
When the storm has passed…and the crowds are tamed
And we are survivors…of a collective shipwreck
With tearful heart…our destiny blessed
We will feel joy…simply for being alive
And we’ll give a hug…to the first stranger
And praise our good luck…that we kept a friend.
And then we’ll remember all that we lost
And finally learn…everything we never learned.
And we’ll envy no one…for all of us have suffered
And we’ll not be idle…but more compassionate .
We’ll value more what belongs to all…than what was earned
We’ll be more generous…and much more committed
We’ll understand how fragile …it is to be alive
We’ll sweat with empathy…for those still with us and those who are gone.
We’ll miss the old man…who asked for a buck in the market
Whose name we never knew…who was always at your side.
And maybe the poor old man…was your God in disguise
But you never asked his name…because you never had the time
And we’ll all become a miracle…and all will become a legacy
And we’ll respect the life…the life we have gained.
When the storm passes…I ask the Lord, in shame
That you return us better…as you once dreamed us.