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The Wise Tree – El Arbol Sabio
I happened upon you as I was walking.I… in part… was looking for the labyrinth that I had been told of… but I also was soaking in… basking in… silently rejoicing in… the sacredness of this space.There you were… unpretentious, yet undeniably present… on the side of the path. Your massive trunk has an elegance …
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The Broken Urn – La Vasija Rota
As a clay urn expertly crafted… beautifully made… lovingly formed…are we.Strong and resilient…yet fragile… delicate… prone to injury.We are perfectly made, with our imperfections… our weaknesses… our flaws.We hold within us beauty and treasures.We are filled with the wonders that our Creator has chosen – unique to each of us.Many times our treasures go unnoticed.They…
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Bathed in Your Grace – Bañada en Tu Gracia
Lord,on this glorious dayof change,of renovation,of celebration,I want to thank Youfor not leaving mein darkness,for guiding mealong the waywhen I had doubts,for being my Lightand my strength. The shining sun,the birdsthat sing tirelessly,the cloudsthat hug the mountains,the trees and flowersthat vibrate with lifeaccompany mein my joy.And You, who aremy reason for livingand for my celebration,have…
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If I Could Do It Over Again – Si Pudiera Hacerlo de Nuevo
If I could do it over again,I would be carefree and I wouldn’t take life so seriously.I’d take more walks in the rain,build more snowmen in winter,make more sandcastles on sunny beaches,and I’d enjoy the changing leaves in fall. I would appreciate waterfalls and rainbowsinstead of complaining that the river endedor the rain ruined a…
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The Kiss of Creation – El Beso de la Creación
The bunny on the side of the path looks at me… unmoving… as if to return my early morning greeting, “Buenos días, Chiquitchu Hermochu!” (“Good morning, Beautiful Little One!”).Two hawks… in different trees… perch, unmoving… facing eastward… in anticipation.As I continue to ride, the glow over the Rincon mountains becomes more intense.I hear the deep…
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I Mourn and I Celebrate – Estoy de Duelo y Celebro
Today I mourn.Today I mourn my child-poet self.Today I mourn the love-filled, the pain-filled, the awe-filled, the joy-filled, the question-filled poems written on scraps of paper, in notebooks, on napkins, on envelopes by me… as a child, as a teenager, as a college student, as a Peace Corps Volunteer.Today I mourn the ashes that they…
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I’m Thankful/Estoy Agradecida
I’m thankful for food to eat, clothes to wear,a family to live with and people who care. I’m thankful for my parents because they care when I’m sad,when the going gets rough, with them it’s not as bad. I’m thankful for both my sisters too,they think of other people no matter what they do. I’m…
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Breathe and Push/Respira y Puja
The darkness of the tomb. The darkness of the womb.The tomb is scary, cold, solitary, painful.The womb is all we have known, warm, shared, comforting.The darkness of the tomb seems like a destination.The darkness of the womb seems like a journey.But… The darkness is one. The hope is one…if we are willing to breathe and…
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It Is You/Eres Tu
As I dry your feet to anoint them, you weep.Each tear is a pain… a fear… a wound… a memory.Without a word, you share this intimate suffering with me.Without a word, I accompany you in your pain, knowing I could never walk where your feet have been.As the tears fall, a place full of pain …
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Grief/El Duelo
The hole in my heart where grief resides has opened up again.The wound is raw,my soul aches,the ceaseless tears flow.I have been tryingto fit the shape of my griefinto the space that she occupied in my heart.It doesn’t work….It doesn’t fit….The space that she occupiedcontains both the immeasurable holeand the expansiveness of my love for…
Words From A Desert Heart 