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"POEMA"
DATE: 10/31/2007 00:20:08 / MOOD: impactado

No me mueve, mi Dios, para quererte

El cielo que me tienes prometido.

Ni me mueve el infierno tan temido

Para dejar por eso de ofenderte.

 

Tu me mueves, SeƱor; mueveme el verte

Clavado en la cruz escarnecido.

Mueveme ver tu cuerpo tan herido

Muevenme tus afrentas y tu muerte.

 

Mueveme, al fin, tu amor, y en tal manera

Que aunque no hubiera cielo yo te amara

Y aunque no hubiera infierno te temiera.

 

No me tienes que dar porque te quiera,

Pues auque lo que espero no esperara

Lo mismo que te quiero te quisiera.

(Autor desconocido del siglo XVI) "Uno de mis favoritos"



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Precious Gifts
DATE: 10/17/2007 05:52:33 / MOOD: impactado

Precious Gifts

Author Unknown

 

 

Yesterday a butterfly Came floating gently through the sky. He soared up through the atmosphere Then drifted close enough to hear. I said, "I'd love to fly with you And sail around the way you do. It looks like it would be such fun To fly up toward the summer sun. But I have not your graceful charm. I haven't wings, just these two arms. I've been designed to walk around. My human feet must touch the ground. Then magically he spoke to me and told me what his wish would be. He said, "What I'd love most to do Is walk upon God's Earth with you, To squish its mud between my toes Or touch my finger to my nose. I'd love just once to walk around With human feet to touch the ground, But I have not two legs that swing, I haven't arms, just these two wings." And so we went our separate ways In wonder and surprise. For we'd both seen God's precious gifts Through someone else's eyes.



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