Te Soñe Por Ultima Vez

Desperté con el

sonido que hace la barra de acero

cuando abren el portón de enfrente.

Y salieron a borbotones

Desesperadas y libres las lagrimas que

Resguarde para días mas tristes.


Te extrañé teniéndote


Justo, ahí, sonriente

Con ojos dulces


Escuche tu voz y su canción

Que me calma

acunándome en lo

profundo de tu brazo fuerte.


Me hiciste mil preguntas

Y me reserve algunas contestaciones

Te regale mis labios en la sonrisa que dibujaste

Con detalle.


No bailaste conmigo, como te suplique

Pero tus ojos danzaban con el vals

De mi risa y tu corazón

Giraba sus caderas

al son del merengue

que es nuestro amor.


Te quise todo

Y tanto

No quería dejarte ir.

Pero ya era hora.


Anoche tuvimos nuestra ultima cita.

Fue todo lo que quise

Todo lo que soné.

Te dije adiós con el sonido de la barra de acero

Que cierra el portón de enfrente.

Y a borbotones salieron libres las lagrimas

Que guarde para hacer el duelo

De tu ausencia que tanto me cuesta…


©Teresita Matos-Post

14 de mayo del 2017

Totowa, NJ

“Después que te soñé por ultima vez”

Before Us, Eden

One day when I can no longer go on

this is what I want to say

to new friends:


“I am back from the fields

I’ve spent there the best of my years

Where I’ve been

What I’ve seen and heard

And the lives that toiled

Next to mine

I have no doubt

That something great is emerging

There Right now,

Donde las lagrimas de nuestra abuelas

Rociaron el jardin

Como oleo de oraciones

Que aun no tienen respuesta

Donde los pellejitos de mi abuelo

Abonaron la tierra

Alimentando las semillas sembradas por

Amables desonocidos sin nombre.


If your heart is beating as strong as mine

It is possible

That you are considering

Joining the teams on the field

Eden is before us

As close as the aire

that speaks truth

at times nodding our heads in doubt


Que el jardin en que sonamos

Sea tan solo un espejismo

A modo de escapismo

Una vil trampa para no

Molestarnos con lo imposible

De la carga


Que es disenar mundos

Que salven vidas

repletos de sol y frutos.


Y no te voy a mentir

Pintando paisajes edenicos

I am not going to spare you the details

I thought I would not make it back alive

But I’m back,

And the fields

thank God

behind me

but Eden is still before me…

The work

was vigorous strenuous

At times vile and hard

I went there to dig out hope

And in turn I had to dig deeper

Pulling out these scars

Porque de esperanza nunca hay suficiente

Por eso jamas se acaba

Fui a hacer algo bueno

Y Nuevo

I had a vision of dreams

creations we never knew

we’ve Never seen

I went to the field to join in teams

and I must confess at times

you will not know what this work means

there were moments

when confused, tired and abused

I could not grasp the vision

what is this,

that we are building?


I am not sure if I was there to succeed

But in the succession

I give you my tools

Because even in the haze

It’s my confession

Even when we feel as fools

it’s been worth it

Go on

continue without me…

Here are the blue prints

Plans and strategies

Tried and true

The wheel has been invented

No analysis is due

Solo usala y echala a rodar

Eden esta en frente

A la vuelta dela esquina

Llena de promesas sin cosechar

y en el espejo de sus claras aguas

Vemos la vida que fluye majestuosa

Bendecida y sin precio

Y si la matas llamandola Utopia

As true as it maybe

Eden is before

fine as fine a vision can be.


Before us Eden

And behind us we leave

The fields of




And the mean

Ways we deal

with each other

it’s a mess

The trouble we stir up

In vain furthering our pain.


I’m not gonna sugar coat it

I want to keep it real,

Vengo de regreso de los campos

no ha sido facil

la verdad

Es real la inversion

Sea lo que sea

Lo que con Dios estemos armando

Creando, con Dios inventando

Priceless it is,

it aint cheap

It has cost us an arm and a leg

y un ojo de la cara

cuando te lo pidan

te quitaras la capa

de las espaldas

you will for sure

do the turning of the cheek






What’s at stake

Eden before us

Behind we leave scars

From the battle

Of devising

And building

Resting on God

And dreaming

We’ve paved the way

Up to here

And where I stand

Before you today

As far as we’ve come

As much as we’ve done

Before us Eden

God is with you

As you press on…!


Spoken Word Poetry:  Before us Eden

AETH at Princeton Theological School

Oct. 12, 2016

“This for me was truly an honor and a moment of affirmation, as I was invited to present this spoken word as the prelude to Rev. Dr. Justo Gonzalez’ sermon that night.” -Tere


I’m a pacifist and I’m angry.

Those two terms are not mutually exclusive.


If you are a woman of color who has something to say

You have been accused of “being an angry person”

And being called angry is meant to call you out

To point out to a deficiency in your character.

This tactic is as old as the oppression of women

Especially women of color in America, meant to silence,

Mellow out, subdue, and crush our spirit.

And some of us have internalized that for far too long.

That being angry is a sin, when in fact more often than not

It is when we stand by, quietly, that we become accomplices

Of death, fear, and violence.


What we do with our anger can be sin;

but what we do not at the sight of injustice

can be more fatal.


But Alas!  We serve Jesus, who had no shame in his game,

he expressed his frustration,

And modeled for us what we are to do,

when fueled with holy anger, he

turned the tables of the moneychangers.

Money mongers, manipulators

And cheats…


Yea, I am angry

Not because I like to

Want to

Or need to

It is because

If I don’t



And dumb

Or worst yet

I must have

lost my heart.


Yes, I am angry

I am mad at myself

That I let you see me

And the quiver

Of my upper lip

And the tremble of my knees

Shook the earth between us

And I hate

You saw that insolent tear


Make its way

Near my lips

While I am Still

attempting to explain


In English plain

Why it is that we cry


when we do

what is not right

it is not right

for far too long

we’ve kept it to ourselves.


Yes, I am angry

And no,

I do not let my hair down

I let my hair UP

Not as some crest

To intimidate ya’ll

The springs that jump of my head

Are not stinging coils

Meant to scare you away

They are not my defense mechanism.

But they are who I am.

Who I am

That is what seems

To really scare you.


We are angry, yes!

Because what we see

We know

It’s killing us.

And you want to call us out

Sitting us at the dugouts

As if something foul

Had been rotting

in our mouths

and our words spill out

from our souls

like self-inflicted curses

that dig deeper

the ditches

where we are supposed

to bury our dreams.


We know you see it.

Yes, we are angry

And we wonder why

Is taking you so long

To be angry too.


©Teresita Matos-Post, July 2017

Summer Music Institute


Drew Theological School

Enfleshed Evil, Part 1

Creepy  Places

Photo Credit: ©Dyserè, 2015

I have indeed
Encountered evil
In the holiest of places.

Gnashing of teeth
Fueled by fear
By the faithful to a gospel
They personally
Not know yet.

Altars are lifted daily
To the gods of comfort
To the gods of power
To the gods of me and myself
To the gods of manipulation
And deceit.

The real altar’s veil
Was ripped
With edges stained in
Righteous blood
Healing and wholesome.
Ready to pour out milk and honey sweet as can be.

Yet their worship were rituals
For placing smoke curtains
to keep all doped in a haze of uncertainty and confusion.
Any one halfhearted mastermind of mediocrity
can shepherd half-living sheep
Who no longer know when
they Feed or thirst.

©Copyright 2016 by #ir-reverend