-: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)

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.


Light is the essence of New York.
Streetlights to govern cars and citizens
Lamplight that bring warmth to barred apartment windows
and lights within the eyes of the dreamers.

Some shine bright like medieval gold,
others have just enough power to brighten a small corner in a bedroom;
but each has a purpose.
A divine agenda that will guide drifting souls to the next destination.

I’m still looking for that light in my world, unsure if it’s in the city.
But I know the first spark is here.

~J. Varina