I was going to write this week about this adorable girl in the Granjas colonia with whom I traded necklaces this Sunday. More will come about her….along with some things I did last week that were surprisingly fun (one of them basketball!).
Since I have about half an hour before I have to head out to Estrella (the other colonia that I have been visiting, my more permanent outreach location), I decided to post this poem.
I don’t really have a title for it, which might be bad…I think it’s kind of like having a boat without a name. It code switches, so I’ll translate. I wrote it when I heard some bad news about a family member, but it also applies to days where I need to humble myself in prayer and devotion to my Daddy Upstairs.
So, without further ado:
Oh, dearl soul
Trapped in your cycle of pain
Nada te llena — ni comida, ni deseos, ni el amor de otro.
Te esfuerzas y todo se cae de nuevo, de nuevo.
Bottom’s dropped again…
And here you are staring through the hole.
Lloras al cielo sin respuesta
Lloras y nadie te escucha.
Poor soul, don’t you know?
The answer will come from Heaven
Pero primero necesitas mirarte al corazon
Y pedirle a El que lo llene.
Life is so much richer
Y vale la pena
When you give your heart to Him
Porque El te ha dado el suyo.
Translation:
Oh, dearl soul
Trapped in your cycle of pain
Nothing fills you — not food, not desires, not the love of another.
You give your all and everything falls again, and again.
Bottom’s dropped again…
And here you are staring through the hole.
You cry to the sky without an answer
You cry and no one listens.
Poor soul, don’t you know?
The answer will come from Heaven
But first you need to look into your heart
And ask Him to fill it.
Life is so much richer
And is worth it
When you give your heart to Him
Because He has given you His.