Our Father?

Our Father?

On this day, when I meet you,

I ask myself who you are,

Whether for me

Or for these many around.

I am assured by the answers

That spring so spontaneously

From so many lips and from my own.

In an instant, I enter your presence,

Not in search of answers,

But just to hear you

In another question:

Who am I to you?

I prayed, and so many prayed,

So few managed

To face the TRUTH:

You are a Standard to be followed,

Someone worthy of being imitated,

Not as repeated prayers,

But as an intimate being.

Someone who becomes flesh

And dwells on Earth,

With GRACE and TRUTH

Filled with all GLORY,

The whole expression of the FATHER

Whom you love,

And by whom you are loved.

For the great question echoes

As if between the darkest

And most vivid caves,

Hearing my own voice:

If I know you

It is because before all else

I was known.

And in this knowledge,

Eternal and perfect,

I asked myself again: who are you?

Our daily bread,

Forgiveness that forgives,

Love that infinitely loves,

A Shepherd who gives his life.

And I thought about myself:

Do you still dare,

Being the mortal and dust that you are

To venture this question?

And I heard you in express

And deep PRAYER,

In the corner of my soul,

For there you revealed yourself,

Much more than SAVIOR and LORD...

And in the loneliness of the night,

And as I expected,

The LORD said to me:

To be in HEAVEN

All that you desire,

First be all that on Earth.

Do not fall into the temptation

Of not forgiving,

Of not giving of yourself,

Of forgetting

To be Bread,

Nourishment to the other,

To be Love

And finally

The agent of forgiveness.

You told me:

Do this

And you will know who I AM.

And HE who, from among the bushes,

Did not cease to speak,

Added that I should be barefoot

For the place was HOLY.

And that to see your GLORY

As a sinful being

I should cleanse myself

With the Water of Life,

Remove all that

Which the sandal of dishonor stains,

For you are HOLY.

That everything that tempts me to live

A deceitful layer

Of religiosity

And holds my life back from being

Everything you want.

And, as an imitator,

I must be the obedient servant,

Even if it costs me my life,

And strips me of all vanity,

So that I may decrease

And your presence may appear.

The answer defined

For the other and myself,

Reason returned,

It was understood that,

When we come to you,

We were forgiven to forgive,

We were loved to love,

We were supplied to supply.

And if not,

We shall be anathema,

For in vain we will be

Taking your HOLY NAME.

Today I ask your forgiveness

For the delay in being

The being you want me to be.

And once having learned

From your standard and life

To be definitive forgiveness

To all who offend me,

Turning my other cheek

Without feeling the pain

And taking away the pain of the one who,

Perhaps unknowingly or knowingly,

Wounded me to death.

Now I can pray,

Humble and without arrogance,

The PRAYER so simple

The same one, that far from a recitation,

Becomes a unique and intimate revelation

Of myself to the FATHER,

From this forgiven sinner

To the FATHER who does not hide His face

From one who imitates you, JESUS.

Now I proceed to Heaven,

In PRAYER,

With clean hands

And a pure heart,

With the joy of SALVATION,

With my willing spirit

Bringing salvation to so many.

Now I know the meaning of

To live is CHRIST

To die for my neighbor is gain

And to be able to say,

Without deceit or masks:

In the name of JESUS,

Amen.