Showing posts with label prayer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label prayer. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Cuarenta y Tres - A Prayer for Ayotzinapa

La cuarenta y tres vez que
Se escribe el nombre de Abram
En la escritura de Dios
Diosito le dio posesión
de la tierra Canaán
La tierra prometida
Que Dios este con sus madres
borrowed from vice.com
Abel García Hernández, Abelardo Vázquez Periten, Adán Abrajan de la Cruz, Alexander Mora Venancio, Antonio Santana Maestro, Benjamín Ascencio Bautista, Carlos Iván Ramírez Villarreal, Carlos Lorenzo Hernández Muñoz, César Manuel González Hernández, Christian Alfonso Rodríguez Telumbre, Christian Tomás Colón Garnica, Cutberto Ortiz Ramos, Dorian González Parral, Emiliano Alen Gaspar de la Cruz, Everardo Rodríguez Bello, Felipe Arnulfo Rosas, Giovanni Galindes Guerrero, Israel Caballero Sánchez, Israel Jacinto Lugardo, Jesús Jovany Rodríguez Tlatempa, Jonás Trujillo González, Jorge Álvarez Nava, Jorge Aníbal Cruz Mendoza, Jorge Antonio Tizapa Legideño, Jorge Luis González Parral, José Ángel Campos Cantor, José Ángel Navarrete González, José Eduardo Bartolo Tlatempa, José Luis Luna Torres, Joshvani Guerrero de la Cruz, Julio César López Patolzin, Julio César Ramírez Nava, Leonel Castro Abarca, Luis Ángel Abarca Carrillo, Luis Ángel Francisco Arzola, Magdaleno Rubén Lauro Villegas, Marcial Pablo Baranda, Marco Antonio Gómez Molina, Martín Getsemany Sánchez García, Mauricio Ortega Valerio, Miguel Ángel Hernández Martínez, Miguel Ángel Mendoza Zacarías, Saúl Bruno García

Que La Virgen los guarde
Que La Virgencita los guarde

Nos quitan a nuestros hombres
Para que la nación se quede sin padres
Pero Dios es el padre de todas las naciónes
Primero Dios

Luchamos desde el nacimiento de nuestros hijos
Hasta la muerte luchamos
Siguen luchando, manos arriba, ojos arriba
Primero Dios

Vivos los queremos!
borrowed from weheartit.com 

Tuesday, January 6, 2015

Prayer - Science Project Reflection

I remember when my grandpa would help me with math homework until I reached middle school.  I remember his face and his eyes when he said he could no longer help me because he didn't go past 5th grade.  He had to work in the cotton fields.  Working was so much more valuable than education was at that time.  I'll never forget how that realization made me feel.  I still think my grandpa is the smartest man on earth and he houses an immense history database in his brain. 

As we work on my son’s science project, I think of the many parents whom have language barriers or didn't study that far in school.  How hard must this time be?  How do you explain the scientific method to your mom whom only speaks Spanish?  How do you explain a hypothesis to your dad who is never home because he’s out working from sun up to sun down to provide for your family?  I think this is where the drive to succeed comes from (because you have no choice).

I think many of us take for granted the extent to which we can benefit our children by helping them.  I think some children also take for granted that their parents know what they are doing (with easy access to the internet), while other parents can only hope that the neighbor or good friend can help.   


Lord, I ask that I don’t take quality learning time, with my son, for granted.  Help me to stay focused, to use my words wisely and to allow my son the growth that is needed.   I pray that the children, who are unable to work with their parents, find an adult that is more than willing to assist them both.  

Amen.

Tuesday, December 2, 2014

Motherhood

It is every color I have yet to see
Quantified echoes of beauty

It is deep pain in hard places
Conversations sewn together
When no one is ready to talk about it

It is every tear shed at 6 p.m. on Sunday
Not ready to go home
It is every countdown to summer
Stay with me here

It is a laughter that leaves us breathless
A happiness emitted from within
Hands cupped over my chest
Please don't escape from me

It is every broken piece of life
Held together with prayer
Bombarded with kisses and
Never let me go
Hugs

It is the richest blessing
I have ever received 

This poem was inspired by a question that was posed at bible study about what Motherhood meant to us as we learned about Mary and her great sacrifice.


Monday, April 16, 2012

Tumors Tremors Trains

It’s held up to me – a contusion of words
a laceration of ego
a clod of tissue
a before mentioned thought
an indecency
a murk of blazoned heart tubes  
a woman – spineless figure
a pearl on edge of string
a crate on plastic pendants
a nervous tick, tickets galore
a fantastic field of fury
a small girl – hide and seek
a tumor, brain button puke
an extraction on live TV set
a pretend it didn’t happen
a prayer to end the day



Day 11 for the 30 Day Challenge for National Poetry Month is to write a list poem.