-:A Psalm of David.+

O Lord, Thou hast searched me and known me.
Thou dost know when I sit down and when I rise up;
Thou dost understand my thought from afar.
Thou dost scrutinize my path and my lying down,
and art intimately acquainted with all my ways.
Even before there is a word on my tongue,
Behold, O Lord, Thou dost know it all.
Thou hast enclosed me behind and before,
And laid Thy hand upon me l.
Such knowledge is too wunderful for me;
It is too high, I cannot attain to it.

(Psalms 139:1-6)


Home, Child.

It’s time to come home my child, she whispered.

You have tried hard and given your best, dear.

But it’s not enough,

not yet. 

So come home.


En la Orilla/At The Shore

La isla pudo haber llamado a mi nombre
Pero tu besado mis ojos
Mi Muse
Podía sentir el Creator en sus brazos
Nuestros lacrimas reales
Emociones húmedos y los solitarios sol
Totos hacen esto más que amor.
Tal vez era la belleza cruda
Lo único que hemos sido capaces de dar uno al otro

The island may have called my name
But you kissed my eyes
My muse
I could feel the Creator in your arms
Our tears real
Wet emotions and the lonely sin
All made this more than love
Maybe it was raw beauty,
The only thing we were about to give one another.