There is something here within us

which doesn’t let us sleep, which doesn’t let us rest,

which doesn’t stop pounding deep inside,

it is the silent, warm weeping

of Indian woman without their husbands,

it is the sad gaze of the children

fixed there beyond memory,

in the very pupil of our eyes

which during sleep, though closed, keep watch

with each contraction of the heart

in every awakening…

What keeps us from sleeping

is that they have threatened us with resurrection!

Because at each nightfall,

though exhausted from the endless inventory

of killings since 1954,

yet we continue to love life,

and do not accept their death!

…Becasue in their marathon of Hope,

there are always others to relieve us

in bearing the courage necessary

to arrive at the goal which lies beyond death…

Accompany us then on this vigil

and you will know what it is to dream!

You will then know how marvelous it is

to live threatened with resurrection!

To dream awake,

to keep watch asleep

to live while dying

and to already know oneself resurrected!