When I hear the birds
Sing their melody
Speak their language
To live in harmony
With other beings.
When I feel the breeze
Its symphonic movement
Swaying with the rising sun
Bathing me with warmth
And its tender touch.
When a new life
Is a miracle
That I witness
In its fragility
I nurture and let it grow.
When I become
a part of the universe
and learn that life
is a school
where learning never stops.
Where everything I breathe
Comes from one Source
And what I breathe out
Goes back to the same source
Of everything that is good.
And when I have no fear
To let the future unfold
Where God unravels
His great plans
The Kindom that is to come.Lurin, Pachacamac
February 12, 2017