Loved

He loved me first

I discovered your footprints on the beach to realize that I was not alone.

That while I was walking I did not even suspect that at a prudent distance you were looking at me.

He drew scrawls from a nearly dimming sun. A very uncomfortable humidity made me think that nothing would have hope.

It was there, where I bumped into your fingertips. With that image imprinted on my memory, filling my dream of hope.

I discovered your footprints to realize that I was not just walking for life. It was her, the life, that as a bride in love kissed my lips. With a hug like the embrace of children I felt my skin renew. I was born again.

A birth never ever slippery. A song with morning coffee flavor, stream water in the throat.

Footprints in the sand, memorable blessing of a God who loved me first.

1 John 4:19

We love him, because he first loved us.

Serafín Alarcón Carrasquillo