Thursday, March 5, 2009
Portable Indoor Booth Shower
KNOW ... WHAT TO DO ONE OF MY LITTLE YOU'VE MADE ME
When walking through the woods
are not the leaves that move
but it is our hands that we seek.
When the dew wets blossoms and stems of flowers blooming
not only your tears will not touch the wet so great mystery.
Your talk, your noise, your not anything
make you close your senses. You
anesthetized with tears
the yearning of our unborn children.
Look Mom and Dad that I started to love
still in the early seconds of my life.
you look at the ages but for the Lord and his dear Mama
Virgin of Guadalupe already in those early moments
have seen a child who knows Jesus' love alive.
Why do not you love me?
Because I have deleted from a project of life?
Why do not you want the caresses of my hands, and
the beat of my heart to walk with you?
Because the wise men of the earth and know how to recognize and defend
the right to life from the first moment?
me dear father and dear mother so much like the shepherds of the nativity scene, the last
small
the forgotten
because in their hearts feel the heartbeat of God
Why do not you see me?
Why does my brother ... do not smile they see the face of God?
Show me your face, Lord.
Your face from me Lord.
I'm not in that child that you wanted
I'm in that face is not recognized by your laws
I have those eyes closed but opened the eyes of God
I'm in those hands ready to receive and give love
I'm in that first formed
I'm there impalpable small, defenseless
that we consume away in a moment of pain,
because you kill me with white coats soon.
I will rejoice with you and see you.
I try to run away, but I can not Mom, I can not
Dad, I can not doctor
I'm crying I'm crying mother
Dad I'm crying I'm screaming
doctor or insensitive hearts
I ... I ... I ...
still a bit 'of pain,
even a few tears and then pour,
those children that child will be embraced, narrow, consulates
and live in the heavenly Jerusalem.
and baby Jesus will say to them:
"martyrs of love you too come ..
Even I had not been accepted ... I
Even today, Love is not loved ...
I refused.
Please Come
rejoice
We love
Your child
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