MEMOIRS OF MALTA

“Thy kingdom come.
Thy will be done,
On earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread.
And forgive us our trespasses,
As we forgive those who trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation ...”

Eyes fade back to the past,

Memories hold aloft the sleeping last,

A little church by the sea,

The padre read the Luke, sweet as honey it was

I remember now, I was there,

Happy and sad, in a still little town,

Felt the drops of waves, as it hit the rocks

Glued skies painted white and blue.

A decade back or so it was,

I can see islands of a saint and more,

The ocean sang with a voice

Friends beside, watching palms dance to life.

I was there, so young and soft,

With a sparkling face and a slender neck,

Breasts so full and the rounded hips,

Envied the girls and exited the boys.

Can’t remember, not more than, I was there,

Who was I then, where and when?

The echoes of players and prayers,

Halo in my ears, with the gentleness of life.

The silent chime of the bells,

Put me to sleep in the bed of night,

While I slept, sang the ocean on and on,

Along hummed the night watchers from forlorn.

The taste of bread lingers even now,

Delicate as it always is,

Senses reduced to ash as the tongue touched it,

Oh yes, they called it the Maltese bread.

My home and my childhood,

Known to be back in the desolate island,

I remember now, the town I lived was little Malta,

Where the padre read Luke, as sweet as honey it was

“But deliver us from evil.

For thine is the kingdom,

and the power,

and the glory,

for ever and ever.

Amen"