"Whatever's in your heart..."

 MY HEART

Wednesday, October 7, 2026
7:22 PM

(By: Karla, I wrote this poem in October, on the 16th, 2002. My daughter's birthday is on October 16. I only realized recently that I wrote it on her birthday when I remembered it and took it out of my files!).

• Psalm 45: "My Heart"

How do Angels love,
My Lord?
How do they live?
Do they always give?

How do Angels fly,
My Lord?
Do they ever lie?
When do they sleep?
What goods do they need or keep?

Can Angels live
Within a Human Heart?
Could you put a spark
Of that love in me
To add heat and help me
Continue this new start?

If I perchance have a bit
Of Angel within to see,
Can you please forgive
The weak and human part
That in it's frailty loves so much,
Yet is the most of me?

How can we live well in union
Without Angels to show -
Upon us His love to bestow?

This is the question of my life,
The journey, searching,
Peregrination of my toil:
That somehow, some place
Exists the Lot of Land
Where childhood promises will grow out of that soil.

...And yet the Moon
Through this darkness
Sheds her pearly glimmerings 
Upon your sea-ly observing glaze.

No, no, I can move
To no other site.
Every weak part of me,
(Yeah even that part of me
That is still to come),
Directs itself towards
My real home,
This cross of Light!

"It's a long, long road"!

 ETERNITY

Saturday, September 19, 2026
1:55 PM

    "Whatever's written
      in your heart,
      that's all that matters.
      You'll find a way
      to say it all... some day".
            Song by: Gerry Rafferty

(By: Karla)

People ask me about
Eternity.
One once said that
I know a lot about it.
At that time
I didn't have clear
What to say.

My daughter asked
If marriage should be
For life.
I told her I believe
In eternity
And she said in a
Joking manner,
"whoa, with this",
And pointed to my partner, Pascual.

She asked me about eternity
And I said, "I need some time
To find the words
To talk about this
And that I wanted her
To be curious about it".

Pascual, the name for Easter.
The belief in renewal,
A new earth and sky,
Resurrection, a new being,
Celestial body...

In a homily
Many years' ago
The priest, Daniel,
In a visit to Santísima Cruz,
Asked something like,
"who knows why one
Endures so much"?

I felt like I understood,
I felt deeply thing'sd get better,
Only in unity and coexistence
will we survive, realize rebirth.

And eventually in life
It has paid off...

Believing in eternity,

So I feel and think,
Yes, it is written in the heart.

Rewards beyond imagination ...

And a reason
To trust.

Open Door is near Luján!

Sunday, September 27, 2026
8:29 AM

(By: Karla)

OPEN DOOR 

No matter what happens
Or how things might seem,
Remember this saying
From times of old,
"The Lord goes before us",
So we are told...
Prepares what's to come,
And comforts all ills!

Once you have experienced
A deeper connection,
You will know how to be open,
Effatah, Effatah!

You will feel the Spirit
Like gentle shivers in your head
And understand eternity;
Not only will it open,
You can also go in!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY GRANDDAUGHTER, ZOE!

PRODIGY

(By: Karla)

The miracle is here before us,
A miracle we need to see.
It will take us there
In time to bloom,
A late bloomer come to be.

Felt all the worries in youth,
All the struggles since birth,
Pains, and agonies,
Hearts torn in deep hurt, 

Blessings, of course, we must insert!

One day the buds flourish 
When least expected
From flower plants
Once void of every leaf,

In the panorama of the soul
revealing...
Rebirth.

"Where I'll find comfort, God knows".

Thinking about the delicate times we are facing...

I remember now that in grieving times we must look forward to God's consolations, which surely will come. 

I have been preparing for what could happen and will send what I have prepared in a timely manner!

EASY DOES IT!

Saturday, September 5, 2026
6:24 PM

(By: Karla)

If I could tell you
What I really feel,
Would you listen
To this I feel so real?

Take your time,
Think and reflect.

There's a life before you,
Not to regret.

I'm older now.
I've felt and been through pain.
Sometimes felt no helping hand
Could ease all that.
So we must each
Find our path.

If you can hear me now,
Know that I've been through it,
So if I can ease it...

God bless the soul
That heals us.

"I don't know what's right or wrong. I don't try to understand".

 FEELINGS

Thursday, September 3, 2026
6:57 PM

(By: Karla)

If I could put in words
All I need to say
It would make some sense,
Still you walk away.

Should I beg you to stay?
Remember that day,
When we first met,
All that we did,
The trips,
The outings,
And plans we made.

I remember days
With you smiling,
Happy to be accompanied,
Knowing to be loved as you are...
Now you are the star!

And I pine away from afar.

Remember the day,
When we were so much younger,
The world now apart,
All asunder.

Think of eternity
Is there room there for me.
All was so empty and lonely
Before there was thee.

If I can but in words the feelings,

They would form a single teardrop,

Falling from deep within my soul,

Deep within my soul, deeper yet from my heart.

TESTAMONIO DE LA LUZ

 TESTAMONIO DE LA LUZ

Friday, August 14, 2026
7:48 AM

Un resumen de la Pascua! La Pascua no se limita a solo un tiempo del año, así que viendo la situación delicada del mundo, mando este escrito como un consuelo...

(Por: Karla. Esto lo rezo todos los días cuando rezo una Oración al Sagrado Corazón de Jesús que dice "Que venga tu luz"...)
 
La luz la he visto en mí niñez
Creciendo en una familia
Grande y muy católica,
En el colegio donde
Las monjitas me inculcaron
En una misión para mí vida
Al emprender la mudanza
De mí familia desde
Dakota del sur,
a la tierra de nuevo mexico, 

Todavía dominada por la cultura mexicana, latina.

Y eso me llevo al fin del mundo, a la argentina.

La luz la presencié cuando sostenía la mano de mí madre
Hasta el segundo en que
Se expiro y sentía su alma
Llenar el lugar
Y entrar en mí corazón.

La luz la vi en los ojos del
Obispo Bergoglio.
Cuántas veces
Le vi en ceremonias
En Buenos Aires
y le di mis palabras y escritos...
Le sonreía 
y eso le animaba,
Cumpliendo con anhelos,
Rezados desde mí niñez.

Sentía la luz profundamente
Cuando moría mí padre.
Intuía su final
Y le llamaba desde Argentina.
Le decía, "seguí rezando,
Seguí rezando hasta el final"...
Y pusieron alguien a sentar ahí
Con el, como hubiera estado yo,

Y mis hermanos,

Toda la noche,
Hasta que se expiró,
la luz reuniéndonos a pesar
De la distancia.

La luz la pude concretar
Al regalar un rosario bendecido 
A mí vecina amiga, Ana.
Ella lo ponía, tocando
El cuerpo de Cristina,
una mujer en coma
un mes largo.
Cristina, al sentir la cruz,
Desde la coma, suspiro.
Y luego de un tiempo, en paz,
con consuelo, murió.

Vivi la luz en el aire
de lo eterno
En sueños y en una coneccion
Con el más allá del tiempo
O espacio,
Al presenciar la pascua
En los últimos horas
Del santo Jorge Mario.

Y en cada pascua vivida
Habiendo casado con un hombre argentino 

Hace 50 años 

con el nombre Pascual,

Y simplemente quiero
Contarles
Que este año que viene,
El 4 de mayo, 2027
Cumplo 40 años que vivo
En la Argentina
Así que esta pascua
Simboliza mucho.

Espero transmitir la luz
De la Pascua y Pentecostés,
Luz brillando en ecos
De reflejos en las nubes!

Y hacer nota
De las buenas obras,
Que brotan juntas
Con nuestras penas!

Dar a las cosas su tiempo.
La levadura aumenta
Con el calor de la Luz.

Y cuando todo
Parece imposible,
Repito una y otra vez,
"Dios nos va a ayudar",
Y así siempre es.

Contengo las lágrimas,
Que se juntan con un
Gozo sublime
Al alma en los momentos
De mucho dolor,
Y con constancia
Rezo todos los días,
Y escribo canciones y poemas,
Consciente de lo invisible,
Siempre presenciando la luz