Perché il corpo e non lo Spirito?

Quando tocco un corpo ora
Quasi è prendessi l'ostia
Nelle mani consacrata.
L'ingerenza di un mondo vivo
Di vita che porta - con sé sacro
Strumento ritmo di presenza.
Il corpo è il mondo e di più.
È l'eccedere di quello nell' oltre
Che dà ragione qua dell'agone
Che brucia didentro la carne.

Ne cerco il cosmo suo
Ordinato, l'esser se stesso
Amato o odiato che in sé
E solo in sé vive e cresce.
Destinato alla morte eppure
incurante cerca le vie alte
Del cielo l'orizzonte lontano
Di un sentire che scuote

la resurrezione difficile

creduta ma di carne data.

I corpi sono tanti - impossibile

Amarli tutti - solo un Dio

potrebbe. Ma potrebbe

anche lui tutti amarli

senza distinzione per sua

interna ragione? Neppure

un Dio, un Dio vero, potrebbe

accettare i tradimenti tutti

i corpi tiepidi li vomita

i corpi che passano senza storia.

Ma la domanda rimane:

Perché il corpo e non lo spirito
tocco ora e vedo? Forse lo spirito

è quello, quello che carezzo

sento, i fantasmi che coltivo

e godo nella carne dei giorni

io giù deietto che solo vivo?

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