October 2024
“I lift up my eyes to the mountains—
where does my help come from?”
Psalm 121: 1
Here I am
with my empty hands and my broken hope
carrying over my shoulders the conjectures of a guilty bystander.
Here I am
in my humble garment
as the sun appears in the horizon
searching for you
the One that illuminates my path.
Here I am
wresting with my conscience
walking away from my routinary indifference
aiming to do good in a world that cries for love,
your voice whispering to me
sustaining me
encouraging me to co-create with you a better reality
a reality in which I am not longer blind to your presence in others.
Here I am
with my tiredness and limitations
standing as I am able
loving as I can
crying to you
who hears and heals my pain
asking you to teach me how to be just and peaceful
asking you for help to soften my resistance to love and gratitude.
Here I am
in your presence
begging for help
as I don’t want to lose sight of your generous and unexpected ways
of making life and joy possible despite the hardship and devastation.
—Francisco
