Poems

As you see in this blog there are many poems. Those texts will always reflect my own inner struggles and my feelings regarding the spirit of God who lives in me. We are living temples of the Spirit of God and we have to learn to be sensitive to the voice of God who is always speaking in the depths of our hearts.

In such times as today it is very difficult to stop and be still in the present of our Creator, in order to have real communion with Him. Let us remember that God is our Father and that we can be free to speak to Him and listen to his little whisperings. Do not forget that we are his beloved sons and daughters. Some of us are lost sheep, and our Father is looking for us.

Be still and hear the call. Its time to wake up and turn around.

Protection

My son, can you smeel the flavor of the truth?
Do you see how precious are my words to you?

I talk to you day and night, but only sometimes you listen
You would be very happy, to hear my little whisperings

I teach you the truth, because I can not lie
I guide you with my loving hand, to the places on High

Doubt not my son, of my faithful protection
The troubles will come, but you have my affection

Surrender

when you seek me, i feel good
when you forsake me, i feel bad

why don't you stay forever with me
why don't you give your life to me

surrender, my son, to the love of you Father
and accept the gift that my Son bought to you

for your life is like a fog
and your soul is nothing without Me

Why, my son

why do you follow them
when i'm here to help you

why do you give your life to them
when i've made everything to save you

why do you stick to the past
when the truth that sets you free
is living in the present

don't you trust in your Father?
don't you trust in your Brother?

why, my son, why do you forsaken me
the door is still open, but it can close soon

hear my cry, in the desert of your soul
come and see, and find Me in you

What We Have Given

What if every day was lived
as if judgment day is tomorrow?

What if in every moment
our greatest pleasure was in giving?

What if all that we will ever receive
is never more that that which we have given?

What a pity it would be
to die with gifts ungiven!

Perfection

oh foolish one
imagining that you know
how this life should be

can you cause the flower to bloom
or the bird to sing?

all things will happen
in their own time

hear this voice
open your heart
rend your veils
and know that all of creation
is unfolding in My perfection

Born Anew

habits and customs
books and words
violence and hatred
anger and separation

let them die

the butterfly
no longer needs the cocoon
born anew
soaring on wings of Love

the eagle
no longer needs guidance
just his wings to fly
into the winds of the spirit

The Prophets Cry

the prophets cry
“listen to the Voice”
yet most are content to only hear
their own chatter

the prophets cry
“follow none but the One”
yet most are more enchanted with the messenger
than the message

the prophets cry
“you are just like me”
yet most go on
building shrines and signposts

the prophets cry
“love one another”
yet most go on
building boundaries and walls

the prophets cry
they cry for us
the ones who have not
listened

can you listen?

Have You Forgotten Me?

oh My children
what do you long for?

fame?
fortune?
excitement?
accomplishments?

are you so consumed
by your little self
that you have
forgotten Me?

I have never left
your side
My voice is always
with you

your return to Me
is the resurrection

oh My children
what do you long for?

have you
forgotten Me?

Between the Words

oh My children

I am not in the words of the book
I am not in the words of the song
I am not in the words of the sermon
I am in the silence between the words

I speak to you
but you do not hear
I tell you the secrets of the universe
but you do not hear

between the words
there is a silence
meet Me there