For Willie Nelson

 SCAVENGING 

Friday, October 23, 2026

5:34 PM

(By: Karla)

Searching for perfect words,

To say such perfect things.

Lost in thought

Lost life,

Bringing forth angels and such,

Sometimes words are

Just too much.

What's left to say

Goes deeper yet...

Searching for perfect love,

Angels sighing high above.

Perfect is for angels,

For humans we have love

From the files in my memories!

 DIOS SONÓ

Saturday, October 17, 2026
10:14 AM

(By: Karla, escrito el
15 de octubre, 1995,
Día de la madre ese año).

Algo que roza
Rosa que te ama,
Tumbarte en tambores
De amor y felicidad.

Algo que te mueve,
Tranquilizar y siembre,
Algo que te toca siempre
Y te roza.

Una rosa sola
Que toca tu memoria,
Y no te deja, ni pensar.

Y envolverte en laureles
Para moverte en tus sueños, 

Que se juntan con lost nuestros,

Y el sueño se torna
Realidad.

"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.