BEDTIME PRAYER TO CHILD

Give me, O God! your blessing

Before surrender to sleep,

And everyone I love

Take care of you while I sleep.

For my mother, my father,

For my brothers, I pray thee,

Observe them long years

Health, strength and content.

Give comfort to the sorrowful,

And cure the sick,

And bread to the needy,

And the fatherless and under roof.

We bless you all

Therefore you must,

And sleep the last sleep

Wake up in your arms.

beauty and love

Oh Father, how it is

The world that you did!

No temple, no palace.

No dream his rival charm.

Why, why men,

As envious tigers.

live aborreciéndose

The brief time in the world live?

When air, and heaven and earth

Murmur: Be happy!

Love one another

And work to call you free!

Oh Father, how it is

The world that you did!

Blessed are those who know

Thank you, love you and bless you!

FAITH

Amid the abyss of doubt

full of dark, empty shadow

there is a star reflections mana

sublime, yes, more silent, silent.

She, with the divine splendor, castles,

encourages and guides the human consciousness,

when the evil genius with insane fury

hit her fierce, with rough hand.

Is that pure seed sprouted star

of human creation? Are you descended from heaven

to illuminate the dark future?

To serve the comforting crying?

I do not know, but why our soul ignites

you know, you know, it is called Faith.

NIGHT SUM

                         Spelling space and do not understand

                               those drops of light at night

                       They are trembling, which expand, shrink it,

                               and expressed from the sky

                               phrases of their light pulse.

                             I do not know if it's high or deep

                                     the site where poke,

                            or if they are or not; but I look

                               as a swarm of islands in fire

                 and I suffer their attraction, their intense brightness,

                                     his shy look ...

                           The story, many times, many times ...

                              I forget the account and stop

                              to start the countdown again

                            and I go back to lose, always falling

                              in the escape of a sparse number.

                          The story, many times, many times ...

                         And if I joy to count, it is because I feel

                         I sense that more and more, the Creator,

                         when I sumo and I join in their stars.

FOOTPRINTS

Cardos, pearls, and music in my withered Eden transformed

Footprints on cruises for their holiness.

Direct me in the path of thy commandments

because in it I have your will.

Psalm 119: 35.

FEARS

             

                               Some of our fears are anchored to the heart,

                                        where desires are turning yellow.

                                    There are moments that are damaged.

                                           Moments that will not come.

                                                      John 14:27.

                                   I give you peace, my own peace.

                                     Do not worry or be afraid.

     

      

   

A gift from God

                             

Although morning return to battlefield

and must again face the sadness

and although this sweet snack of my soul

just be a sigh without permanence

Nothing could hinder the miracle this time,

where in every corner of the beach: _ _ "Oh my Lord, I have felt Your Presence" ...

Nothing can be more wonderful

This conjugate sea lions and whales

dolphins, gulls and fishing barges;

splashes of blue sky and dancing on the water flowing over my

a soft fresh wind embrace me.

In the voice of God that brings water in each wave of joy,

pleasure and calm, a special voice sings in my ears ... I love you and I am with you"

It is My Grace, and I am pleased to make this gift.

God does place sometimes make unexpected gifts

I give thanks today for this special love I have received.

I apologize if I doubted at some point

but I assure friend, this is:TRUE.

FINISH.

Ahead

                               

                 Poetry begins to cry.

  My fears speak, as sharp arrows proceed to attack.  Digging into the side of my hopes, in the heel of my longings.

And in the palm of the goals that one day I wanted to achieve.

         The image comes to life in front of me.

                 My gasp not get out.

          "Perhaps this is too much for me ..."

And I fail to perceive; He, with his sparkling eyes still there.

                I finally got to this point.

           The moment where tears must stop.

My eyes open in the darkness; solitude, silence and immensity.

This fog that sometimes prevents me from thinking.

When genetic slouch.

           And my dream is dust, nothing more.

                And poetry screams again.

I keep going to achieve that by which the light hit me.

                I finally got to this point.

Where everything becomes nothing and just how impossible I can grasp.

     When it seems crazy to the world impels me to fly.

         And Carpenter tools start working in me.

          "As hurts sometimes", beginning to sob.

The tenderness drives me to speak, "Just hold on a little longer."

I do not perceive achievement; He's sparkling eyes still there.

I want to believe so much in you that ride the time machine is in your presence write.

               Not to die rather than live.

            We finally managed to perceive ...

   ... Although I completely broke, He will be there.

"... I press on to take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took hold of me."

(Philippians 3:12)

YOU ARE MY SOURCE

           Lord Jesus, you are my source of my thirst.

           That thirst, my soul needs your freshwater

                      Your beautiful spring.

                            ...................

                       You, my Lord Jesus,

                       Turn off my thirst,

                         With only that,

                     Presence here in my heart.

                           ..................

                     You are the source of wisdom,

                     That filled me more and more,

                         With your blessing.

                              ......... ..

                         Oh! Lord Jesus, let

                          Feed my thirst,

                       Your waters that spring

                        Your valleys of healing.