Seeds of hope!

 SPRING

Sunday, April 6, 2025

(By: Karla Wagener, translated from Spanish.

aka La Kar "nada", carnada means bait in Spanish, hahaha and it also means the "Kar" swims!)

"We feel hurt
and overwhelmed.
We need YOUR relief
And Strength". 

         From prayer for the Patria

As the rain appears
Out of nowhere.
Like sudden dew
Formed.
Like the first
Smile of a lover.
A newly created river of streams...

The answers will come
When least expected.
Like trumpets
Promptly sounded,
Lightning strikes...
That much needed seed,
Vapor grown in new
Imagined formations,

In the cycle through the universe
Moving and mutable, 

Appears what
Seemed impossible,
Spirit and strength...
Out of nowhere.

Semillas de esperanza!

 LA PRIMAVERA

Sunday, April 6, 2025
ANIMO! Se acerca la primavera.

(Por: Karla Wagener, alias La Kar "nada", jajaja)
           "Nos sentimos heridos     
             y agobiados.
             Necesitamos TU alivio
             Y Fortaleza"

Como la lluvia aparece
De la nada.
Como rocio de pronto
Formado.
Como la primera
Sonrisa de una enamorada.
Un Rio de arroyos recien creado...

Vendran las respuestas
Esperadas.
Como trompetas
Prontamente sonados,
Relampagos estrenados...
Ese semilla tan necesitada,
Vapor en nuevas
Formaciones imaginadas,

En el ciclo por el universo
Moviendose y mudables,
Aparece lo que
Parecia impossible,
Espiritu y fuerza...
De la nada.

Suportense mutualmente en tiempos dificiles!

 ESPERANZAS DELICADAS

Lunes 12 de mayo de 2025

(Por: Karla Wagener.

Para La Legión de María aniversario 7 septiembre).

Nos despertamos temprano
Y oramos.
A pesar de los problemas
Para un día mejor.

El amanecer nos pregunta
que necesitamos.
Nuestros corazones se desbordan
Casi se sangran.

Paz en la Tierra,
Nunca más matanzas.
Que terminan el sufrimiento,
Dolor o herida.

Todo llena de frío, húmedad,
Hay que remover la tierra.

Cada niño hambriento
Deja una cicatriz.
Cada desastre natural
Se siente profundamente.

Inundaciones repentinas, incendios,
Tanta lluvia.

Están sucediendo muchas cosas.
Es abrumador.

Demasiado calor, demasiado seco
Demasiado viento,
 Sin embargo 

Una vez más comenzamos.

Nos despertamos temprano
Y una vez más orando.
A pesar de los problemas
Para un día mejor,

¿Para qué ser como robots?
¡Cuando podemos convertirnos en ángeles!

Con mucha esperanza
Levantémonos unos a otros,
¡Con un toque suave de carino!

Support each other in difficult times.

 DELICATE HOPES

Monday, May 12, 2025

(By: Karla Wagener.

For The Legion of Mary Anniversary September 7th).

We wake up early
And we pray.
Inspite of troubles
For a special day.

The dawn asks
Just what it is we need.
Our hearts overflow
They almost bleed.

Peace on Earth,
No more killing.
Done with suffering,
Pain or hurt.

Too cold, too wet,
Gotta move the dirt.

Each hungry child
Leaves a scar.
Each natural disaster
Is felt from afar.

Flash floods, fires,
So much rain.

So much happening.
It is overwhelming.

Too hot, too dry
Too much wind,
Once again we begin.

We wake up early
And once again pray.
Inspite of troubles
For a better day,

Why be like robots?
When we can become angels!

With much hope
Lift each other up,
With a gentle touch!

Taken to the limit!!! Opening cards or maybe doors!

 THIRD ACT

Thursday, January 2, 2025
9:05 AM

(By: Karla Wagener. I've been saving this poem for the right moment. My birthday was in January and the cards got to me now in August! Better late than never. Effata!!!)

Here we are in the third Act
Could we imagine a fourth
To become a fact?

From this feeling of loss,
Could there be more?
A chaotic heart to follow,
A greater existence to adore?

Come souls, we will explore...

The hope, faith and the ease
Of love, absolution,
and compassion,
Which goes beyond
And even offers to open wide
Heaven's door!

Go for it!!!

 SOUTH BOUND TRAIN 

Sunday, August 3, 2025
12:34 PM

(By: Karla Wagener. For my friend, Nina who dreams with visiting the Patagonia!)

That ole south train
Is passing by again
Calling me down,
Asking for adventure
Promising pain
And passion regain.

Dreaming of a place,
Some open free space,
Far from pollution, bombs
Wars or any harm,
Where summers are warm
And snow still falls
In the winter.

It's calling me
To climb aboard
And take my soul
To where nature's Lord.

The affliction is great
Yet bigger benefits await
And they proclaim strong
"come to where you belong".

Then with an eminent shout
"something no bucket list
Can be without "!