sábado, 19 de mayo de 2007

There Can Be Miracles


Many nights we prayed, with no proof anyone could hear
In our hearts a hopeful song, we barely understood
Now we are not afraid, although we know there's much to fear
We were moving mountains long, before we knew we could

There can be miracles, when you believe
Though hope is frail, it's hard to kill
Who knows what miracle, you can achieve
When you believe, somehow you will
You will when you believe.

In this time of fear, when prayer so often proves in vain
Hope seems like the summer birds, too swiftly flown away
Yet now I'm standing here, my heart so full I can't explain
Seeking faith and speaking words, I'd never thought I'd say

There can be miracles, When you believe (When you believe)
Though hope is frail, It's hard to kill
Who knows what miracles, You can acheive (You can acheive)
When you believe, somehow you will
You will when you believe

They don't always happen when you ask (uh)
And it's easy to give in to your fear (ooh)
But when you're blinded by your pain
Can't see the way clear through the rain
A small but still resilient voice
Says hope is very near

There can be miracles (Miracles)
When you believe (Oh When you believe)
Though hope is frail
It's hard to kill (Hard to kill)
Who knows what miracles
You can achieve (You can achieve)
When you believe (oooohhh)
Somehow you will (somehow somehow somehow)
Somehow you will ( I no I no I no)
You will when you believe (when you)
You will when you, you will when you, believe
Just believe, just believe (ooh baby)
You will when you believe.

domingo, 6 de mayo de 2007

U2: Grace.

Grace
She takes the blame
She covers the shame
Removes the stain
It could be her name

Grace
It's a name for a girl
It's also a thought that
Changed the world

And when she walks on the street
You can hear the strings
Grace finds goodness
In everything

Grace
She's got the walk
Not on a wrapper on chalk
She's got the time to talk

She travels outside
Of karma, karma
She travels outside
Of karma

When she goes to work
You can hear the strings
Grace finds beauty
In everything

Grace
She carries a world on her hips
No champagne flute for her lips
No twirls or skips
Between her fingertips

She carries a pearl
In perfect condition
What once was hers
What once was friction
What left a mark
No longer stains

Because grace makes beauty
Out of ugly things

Grace finds beauty
In everything

Grace finds goodness
In everything

martes, 1 de mayo de 2007

Memorial (Pascal)



Año de Gracia de 1654
Lunes 23 de noviembre, día de San Clemente, papa y mártir, y otros en el martirologio romano.

Víspera de San Crisógono, mártir, y otros. Aproximadamente desde las diez y media de la noche, hasta cerca de media hora después de medianoche.

Fuego
Dios de Abraham, Dios de Isaac, Dios de Jacob, no de los filósofos y de los sabios. Certeza. Certeza. Sentimiento. Alegría, Paz. Dios de Jesucristo. Deum meum et Deum vestrum. Tu Dios será mi Dios.

Olvido el mundo y de todo, con la excepción de Dios.
Sólo se encuentra por las vías enseñadas en el Evangelio.
Grandeza del alma humana.
Padre justo, el mundo no te ha conocidi, pero yo te he conocido.
Alegría, alegría, alegría, lágrimas de alegría.
Dereliquerunt me fontem aquae vivae.
Dios mío, ¿es que me abandonas?
Que no me separe de él eternamente.
Esta es la vida eterna, que te conozcan como el solo DIos
verdadero y Aquél que tú has enviado, Jesucristo.
Jesucirsto
Jesucristo
Me he separado de él, le he huido, negado,
crucificado.

¡Que jamás me separe de Él!
Sólo se conserva por las vías enseñadas en el Evangelio...

Total y dulce renunciación.

Sumisión total a Jesucristo y a mi director.

Eternamente en alegría por un día de condena en la tierra.

Non obliviscar sermones tuuos. Amén.