As you came to be born in the most humble manger,
You decided to seat in the throne of my heart,
It was the darkest and less likely place to reign,
In addition, in the center, the least comfortable chair.
But when you came and seat on it,
It became the golden chair and a Holy place,
Because the King had decided to make it his chamber.
When I felt you were knocking at the door,
I was so ashamed
I had my chambers full of junk and useless idols,
My jewels had been all sold or stolen,
I had nothing to offer you and greet you at the door.
I wanted to make the room clean,
And started to move with a broom,
Hysterically trying to clean it on my own.
I was crippled and frail.
Then you took the broom from my hand and did it for me
In the most humble and loving of the gestures,
And told me that in Love there is no sin,
And that what I wanted to give to you,
You could not take, because it was already yours.
Your Mother embraced me and said,
“Do what I tell you to do, no more, no less,
Be obedient and never stop trusting,
Running back to me
To hide in the warm of my wings”.
A woman is lying on a bed,
She is in fetal position, her hands gripping to her Rosary,
The umbilical cord that unites her with her Mother and Queen,
She feels like her heart is open like a flower
That her heart is outside herself,
She is inside her heart with the One that LOVES and His Mother, she weeps first and then she laughs,
She understands why for months her heart has been aching
Like someone has been chiseling to make a sculpture out of it,
She feels humble and thankful,
A conversation takes place inside
For a long time,
The next day she knows her jewels have been found.
And there is a King seated in a humble throne,
That the throne is the least comfortable one
And is golden because the King is seating on it.
Then she gets up and does what she has to do, no more, no less.
Joyas Perdidas y Encontradas
De la misma forma que viniste a nacer
En el mas humilde de los pesebres
Decidiste sentarte en el trono de mi alma
Era el lugar mas oscuro
Y el menos adecuado para reinar
Además, en el centro, la silla mas incómoda.
Pero cuando viniste y te sentaste en ella,
Se transformo en silla dorada y en el lugar mas Santo.
Porque el Rey decidió habitar en el.
Cuando sentí que tocabas a mi puerta
Me dio tanta vergüenza,
Mi habitación estaba llena de basuras
Y de ídolos inservibles
Mis joyas habían sido todas vendidas o robadas,
No tenia nada para darte, nada con que saludarte en la puerta,
Quise limpiar mi habitación,
Y comencé a moverme como loca con una escoba,
Histérica tratando de limpiarla yo misma,
Estaba tullida y débil,
Entonces Tu tomaste la escoba en tus Santas Manos
Y lo hiciste por mi,
En el mas grande de los gestos de Amor y Humildad,
Y me dijiste que en el Amor no hay pecado,
Y que lo que yo quería darte,
Tu no podías recibir, porque ya era tuyo.
Tu Madre me abrazó y me dijo,
“ Anda y haz lo que te digo, ni mas ni menos,
Se obediente y nunca dejes de confiar,
Corriendo hacia mi,
A esconderte en el calorsito de mis alas”
Hay una mujer recostada en una cama,
En posición fetal, sus manos crispadas en el Rosario,
El cordón umbilical que la une a su Madre y Reina,
Siente que su corazón es una flor abierta
Que su corazón esta por fuera de ella misma
Ella esta dentro de su corazón con El que Ama, y su Madre,
La mujer llora y luego se ríe,
Y ahora entiende porque por meses, el corazón le ha dolido
Como si alguien lo hubiera estado cincelado
Para hacer de el una escultura,
Se siente humilde y agradecida.
Una conversación se lleva a cabo adentro por largo tiempo,
Al día siguiente ella sabe que sus joyas han sido rescatadas,
Y que hay un Rey sentado en un humilde trono
Que el trono es el mas incomodo,
Y que es dorado porque el Rey esta sentado en el,
Luego se levanta, y hace lo que tiene que hacer,
Ni mas ni menos.
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