Monday, April 23, 2012

God's Loan

"I'll lend to you for a little time,

A child of mine," He said,

"For you to love the while she lives

And mourn for when she's dead.

                       "It may be six or seven years

Or twenty-two or three,

But will you till I call her back,

Take care of her for me?

"She'll bring her charms to gladden you

And should her stay be brief,

You'll have these precious memories

as solace for your grief.

"I cannot promise she will stay,

since all from earth return.

But there are lessons taught down there

I want this child to learn.

"I've looked this world over,

in my search for teachers true.

In the crowds that throng life's land,

I have selected you.

"Now will you give her all your love?

not think the labor vain,

Nor hate me when I come to call

to take her back again?"

It seems to me I heard them say,

"Dear Lord, thy will be done.

For all the joys a child shall bring,

The risk of grief we'll run.

"We'll shelter her with tenderness,

We'll love her while we may,

And for the happiness we've known

forever grateful stay.

                        "And should the angels call for her

Much sooner than we've planned,

We'll brave the bitter grief that comes

And try to understand."

            "Let the little children come to me and do not forbid them;

for such is the Kingdom of God." Mark 10:14

Source/Author Unknown

Saturday, June 25, 2011


My head on the pillow

I’m Feeling like a willow

Then come the thief

That leaves me with grief

At 3:00 AM, he took my rest

He killed my dream when at its best

The doors are locked, the room is dark

My eyes wide open, the mind is blank

When did he come, When did he go,

the unknown spirit that stole my peace?

I am not at ease.


Friday, May 27, 2011

Note to a Friend

When you tried and tried, and things are not all right,

It’s time to move on to a brighter side.

Love is kind, love should not hurt, but maybe it fades out,

Life must go on. Forward is the word when going back is too painful

Go through the test, and heal on your own, happiness is inside of one,

never outside in others, give yourself time, dating now will be a disaster.

Confide yourself in family members and true friends, not everybody is, learn what love is.

When you know what love is you will enjoy the small things,

and pleasures of the flesh will become second nature.

She needs space to grow and to love herself again, she’s heartbroken, she needs to heal.

Healing will happen on peaceful nights, and rested mornings.

In solitude she’ll find the pieces of self worth to mend again with God’s help.

I will always pray for you, thanks for being there when she needed you the most.


Monday, December 20, 2010

The Flower and Me

You are the flower with its soft petals; your voice reminds me of an afternoon October breeze.
I am the careless wave that arrives without permission to kiss the sand on the beach.
The flower patiently waits, listen, observe, and then the spirit of God uses her to deliver the message
I am the wave that speeds up, roaring on its trip, breaking the wind to reach the shore and up to the flower until it turns into foam.
You are the flower, I am the wave meeting at the beach as two close friends.

Saturday, November 13, 2010


The story begins when in a prayer I asked God to keep my mind safe from the evil spirits of anxiety and depression, I prayed for a Miracle, and for a sign that he listened to my prayers, the next day I was at Staples buying ink for my printer, then for not  particular reason I found myself walking in this artist's isle. I bought color pens and basics to start drawing, I admit, I don't know how to draw, I never draw anything in my life. One day at the time this idea is taking shape and form in my mind, the Holy Spirit is guiding my inexperienced hand, although I know for sure that this is God's creative hand. I don't have a clue where this journey is taking me, but there is not a doubt in my mind that I am a joyful daughter of the Mighty in the Highest.           

Thursday, September 16, 2010


Sleepless is the night when the shining stars are dimmed, when the fatigue is great that you cannot sleep. Faith is nourishment of the soul, when the questions are not answered, and tomorrow, a written day with no chance of change.

Prayers and outcry has been heard in heaven, and the patience has gone to promote obedience. Patience is the key when Faith is the only treasure, as it is the fervent hope for God's time.


Thursday, August 19, 2010


Today I spent a moment with you, and my reflection in the mirror of your eyes
Because through your veins runs the same blood that keeps me alive.
Because I exist in your DNA, in a single line that you store in your thumb,
I have spent the best time with you until next time,

I admire in you the things we have in common, but mostly I enjoy our differences
Because they are funny and I laugh, because they are serious and I keep silent, because they are interesting and I wonder.

I love you and I have you stuck in my mind, and I light up when I think you.
You're the hidden treasure, that mom and dad left me when they passed away, because you and I is the only memory of them.
I always come back to your river and drink from your waters to appease the thirst of family that grows with my visits.

Please accept these doses of love that I give you, that love that our parents never taught us, but as adults we understand that love is not bought or sold, that is born as spring water, and the more you take, the more you give, and you can share with your friends and family.

I love your children because in them I see those eyes and eyebrows that Gregoria(grandma) had on her beautiful face, and I love your wife who God made from your rib and because she has decided to stay at your side.

I love the mixture of your journey through the world of dreams and realities, and I respect the limits that I would not pierce without becoming the intruder I have never known.

I want you to know that I recognize that I am full of flaws, but in a good sense of things I look for your acceptance and your admiration.
I'm like an acrobat walking a tightrope for a round of applause,
I'm crazy, I scream, I am foolish because I am emotional, but my intentions are good.

I want to make a difference in your life, I would like to steal what nobody can, it is the lock you used to close your heart and threw the key into oblivion.
I prefer to think of you crying alone for the absence of that key than to accept that you talk with your shadow, and she would have answered you. I LOVE YOU BROTHER.