1911

That night when I left my

tears

at the foot of the altar             

of the old Mission,

I felt

the pain and

the weariness

and the

drudgery

of futility.

Upon leaving

the mission grounds

I heard

the

breeze

whispering

softly                                      

and felt the

drops

of rain beginning to

fall.

In the shadows

the rain formed

his shape

and the breeze

formed his voice.

“I am Junípero Serra.”

said the

shade,

“Do not

despair.

Be on guard

until

we see each other

again.

Now listen

for the sound

of my

bell.”

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About jedwardnajera

I am a Poet. I live the life of a poet. I am an artist, a member of Gallery 9 in Los Altos, California. I published a novel Nena the Fairy and the Iron Rose, available through Amazon Books. I spent over thirty five years in a classroom. My father kept a living record of his lifetime as he lived through the Twentieth Century. He was born in 1908 and almost lived long enough to see us enter the new millennium. He was a mechanical engineer and had a wonderful love of history and science. He entrusted to me nearly 400 pages that he wrote through the years. He wrote in Spanish and I have spent six months translating these pages into English. Now I am in the process of editing, rewriting, and revising them. I am trying to post a new entry or chapter each Friday. Check in on us at least once a week for the latest post.
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One Response to 1911

  1. Your father had a unique mind, and how wonderful to have his writings, to look into his soul and to know that you are part of him.

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