Back to September's Prayer

Lord,

Take back ownership

Of this

Broken City.

Shame on me

For I have built

Towers of Pride

And orned them

With
Pearled necklaces 
Of control.

Woe is me

For breaking the promise

I had given thee;

To let thy Father

Be forever my King.

Have pity on me

And break down again,

I pray,

The foundations of sin

I have laid.

Restore in me

The gift of humility;

Teach me to follow

Whomever You set above me;

Teach me to honor Your authority.

Oh! You mighty Author

Of all that I am.

Restore the pastureland

And be again my shepherd,

My master.

Be my refuge, my strength.

Let me dwell again

At your streams of life

Let I exalt you with my being.

Let my soul be consumed

With only you.

Be again, the king of this land,

Hear

A servant's plea.

My plans in God's Eyes

     The heart of man plans his way,
                  but the LORD establishes his steps.

Proverbs 16:9

Where the mind wanders...

The Happiest People Don't...

Philippians 4:11-13

Palm 37:23-24

The steps of the Godly 

are directed 
by the LORD.
He delights

in every 

detail 

of 
their lives.

Though they stumble, 

they will not 
fall,

for the LORD 

holds them 

by 
the hand.

Anselm of Canterbury

"Nor do I seek to understand that I may believe, but I believe that I may understand."

- St- Anselm

The Child’s Park

There is a little girl in the park.

She calls herself Rosita.

No more than five,

She stands at the entrance

With eyes that shine,

And a smile full

Of the possible adventures

Lying ahead.

This playground,

She has named her castle.

On her quest for adventure,

She follows the sound of laughter.

Running to the Well-of-Possibilities,

She finds other friends already there,

Enjoying the adventures

The small girl

Was soon to discover.

They went from game to game.

That time she was chasing,

The other, she was being chased.

Once the princess,

And the other a witch,

Then a class pupil.

And later, the sister

To a family of adorable puppies.

Everything was possible in this park,

And the reason was simple:

In the confines of the South American

Slums, she called a dump a park,

And turned this park into

Her glorious castle.

Like in any fairy tale,

Dragons had to be slain,

And treasures were waiting

To be discovered.

All in all,

This was her world,

And this park remained,

Rosita’s Kingdom of Dreams.