Creo
Creo que todas mis creencias no son doctrinas
Sino misterios que me piden entrar
Creo que quiero besarte toda la noche
Si esta estrella nuestra nos deja pasar
Creo que podría ser mejor o peor
Pero siempre sere sin sumar ni quitar
Creo que todo lo que tenemos es polvo
Y el amor el único que nos quedara.
Creo
Gracitudes
This an exploration of the beatitudes in the light of Grace :'the unmerited abundant love of God'
Blessed are the poor in Spirit, they live within the rule of grace
Blessed are those who mourn, they will receive the grace they need
Blessed are the meek, they are in tune with the earth and inherit its gift
Blessed are those who thirst for righteousness, they will be transformed by grace
Blessed are the merciful, they live in the power of grace
Blessed are the pure in heart for they will see things clearly through His Love
Blessed are the peacemakers for they are children of grace
Blessed are those who are persecuted for following the Man of grace, they will have a place in His Kingdom.
La posibilidad
Podria ser diferente
Pero no lo es
Entre los miles de mundos posibles
Aquí estoy
Donde te quiero
A ti
Aqui
Donde decido
Aquí
Donde no hay otro
Y te dejo pasar
Por ahora
Vivo
En directo
Consecuencia y efecto
Demasiado concreto
Que no permiten la imaginación
Volar
Pies en la tierra
Pendiente
La espera
Un paso por delante
Ninguno detras
Mi paso
Mi carta en la mano
Mi vuelo entre
Ahora y luego
Mi turno
Cada vez que juego
Un mundo nuevo abre
Y otros miles espiran
Peace
In
Your face is
No turning
No waning
No hint
Of betrayal
Unto death
Your face is
The love
I return to
When all pots
Are broken
And water runs
Cold
On trembling hand
Your's the face
That understands
A communion of sorts..
Fire embers burning low
Smiles between friends who know
Sharing food under forgiving sky
Wanderer finds a place to lie
Life lived amongst wine and bread
I remember you and head to bed :-)
Of Poetry and Time
There is no time for poetry
I heard myself say
No time for reflecting
On the meaning
Or the Way
But poetry
Is the now
Of eternity
As it penetrates
The wake
Makes
Shapes
With infinite longing
Poetry is the place
We find ourselves in
Not yet become
Playing between
Spaces and stone
Arriving and leaving
A stumbling dark
A flying spark
Stars and dust
The state of us
In the luxury of thought
In the curse of choice
In the chaos of consciousness
Let me hear your voice
The purest of lights
And let me not hear
Let me know
Let me know you
And be well with the knowing
Christ's Eyes
I see you
A people
So enslaved
By false gods
Bars you have built
A people
So scared
That your security
Rises above your freedom
Until you can see the sky
No more
But
I have made you tall
Valiant and strong
To run in the cold air
And carry your young.
I have made you soft
Tender and warm
To smile at each other through flickering flame
And laugh until dawn.
Can you visualise a free world?
Then visualise a free you.
I am not your slave master
But the one who comes to you
In the night
To break the chains that bind you
And to call you forth
Do not fear your neighbour
Find them on the road side
As frightened as you
Tend to their wounds
Do not seek to be better
Know that you are a miracle of God
Treasure to my soul
Seek goodness
Seek humanity
As it once was
Brother to the earth
And the glory of its Maker.
