P\u0103rinte al Oastei, din ceruri vegheaz\u0103,
\nc\u0103-n r\u00e2ndul O\u015ftirii ispite se str\u00e2ng,
\n\u00een iure\u015ful aprig, trimite o raz\u0103,
\ns\u0103 \u015ftearg\u0103-ntristarea din ochii ce pl\u00e2ng.<\/p>\n
Prive\u015fte spre Oastea cu sparte hotare,
\nce c\u00e2nt\u0103 str\u0103in\u0103 la tristu-\u0163i morm\u00e2nt,
\nuscate-s \u015fi lacrimi, \u015fi c\u00e2ntec, \u015fi floare
\n\u015fi-n doliu-s \u015fi zarea \u015fi-al nostru ve\u015fm\u00e2nt.<\/p>\n
C\u0103 nu este nimeni s\u0103 stea \u00een sp\u0103rtur\u0103
\nc\u00e2nd trage-nspre-ad\u00e2ncuri puternicul val
\n\u015fi duhul str\u0103in tot love\u015fte \u015fi fur\u0103
\nca tot mai pu\u0163in\u0103 s-ajung\u0103 la mal.<\/p>\n
Pleca\u0163i i-s str\u0103jerii cu seva str\u0103bun\u0103,
\nvl\u0103starele fragede-n v\u00e2nt se tot fr\u00e2ng,
\nni-i slaba rodire \u00een ploi \u015fi-n furtun\u0103
\n\u015fi z\u0103rile albe mai mult se restr\u00e2ng.<\/p>\n
Din mijlocul nostru se na\u015fte pierzarea
\n\u015fi-n mijlocul nostru se seam\u0103n\u0103 spini,
\n\u015fi tot mai lumeasc\u0103 e ast\u0103zi c\u00e2ntarea,
\n\u015fi-n frunte, la steaguri, mai to\u0163i sunt str\u0103ini.<\/p>\n
Strig\u0103m c\u0103tre tine \u00eentreaga O\u015ftire:
\nla multele jertfe ce-n lume-ai pl\u0103tit,
\nmai pune cu lacrimi a ta mijlocire,
\ns\u0103 n-ajung\u0103 Oastea morm\u00e2nt v\u0103ruit.<\/p>\n
Tu vezi c\u0103 O\u015ftirea-i prin v\u0103i risipit\u0103
\n\u015fi \u015ftii c\u0103 ni-i drumu-n urcu\u015ful final,
\nmai roag\u0103-L pe Mire s-a\u015ftepte-o clipit\u0103
\nnainte s\u0103 strige doritul semnal.<\/p>\n
Mai nal\u0163\u0103-ne-odat\u0103 sf\u00e2nt steag de izb\u00e2nd\u0103,
\nsub flamura-i drag\u0103 mai str\u00e2nge-ne iar,
\nni-i inima str\u00e2ns\u0103 de dor \u015fi-i fl\u0103m\u00e2nd\u0103,
\ntrimite-ne stropul de cer \u015fi de har.<\/p>\n
Osta\u015fii de azi \u015fi de m\u00e2ine-n\u0163eleag\u0103
\ns-asculte-n h\u0103\u0163i\u015ful tr\u0103d\u0103rii de-acum
\nstrigarea m\u0103iastr\u0103 din trambi\u0163a drag\u0103
\ncu care O\u015ftirea pornise la drum.<\/p>\n
Lidia Hamza<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" P\u0103rinte al Oastei, din ceruri vegheaz\u0103, c\u0103-n r\u00e2ndul O\u015ftirii ispite se str\u00e2ng, \u00een iure\u015ful aprig, trimite o raz\u0103, s\u0103 \u015ftearg\u0103-ntristarea din ochii ce pl\u00e2ng. Prive\u015fte spre Oastea cu sparte hotare, ce c\u00e2nt\u0103 str\u0103in\u0103 la tristu-\u0163i morm\u00e2nt, uscate-s \u015fi lacrimi, \u015fi c\u00e2ntec, \u015fi floare \u015fi-n doliu-s \u015fi zarea \u015fi-al nostru ve\u015fm\u00e2nt. C\u0103 nu este nimeni s\u0103 <\/p>\n