Cris Ryan
herida viviente del sino
In honor of service
my soul is not lost
friend of silences,
of lonely and calm.
With prayer and song
you are the Majesty
that I invoke at dawn.
Making up my attention
your teachings guide me:
The Sermon on the Mount
you choose me for your mission.
©Cris Ryan
my soul is not lost
friend of silences,
of lonely and calm.
Prostrate on my knees
I truly adore your glory
in an attitude of clemency
I dedicate my poem to you
I truly adore your glory
in an attitude of clemency
I dedicate my poem to you
With prayer and song
you are the Majesty
that I invoke at dawn.
You are my hankering
the girl of my eyes
the clarity in the darkness
the reason for my sleeplessness
my everything in existence.
the girl of my eyes
the clarity in the darkness
the reason for my sleeplessness
my everything in existence.
Making up my attention
your teachings guide me:
The Sermon on the Mount
you choose me for your mission.
Thousands times I repeat that I love you
for the umpteenth time I thank you
—Each good or bad day—
for the umpteenth time I thank you
—Each good or bad day—
My Crucified Lord.
©Cris Ryan
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