YOUR PATH

Forgive me, my beloved,
for my bursts of fury and passion,
the raised voices, the lamentations...
they are but thorns of a mother's fear.

You were born like a river,
with abundant waters, fresh and swift.
Do not follow the detour
that leads you into condemnation!

You are a little bird,
inexperienced, fluttering from flower to flower,
not seeing whether destiny
guides you toward the night or toward the sun.

You know, my dearest heaven,
that the passing years are fierce,
and now you wander lost
through a world that breaks the heart.

And I weep, and struggle, and cry out
across the distance for the straight path to God;
upon your journey I long for you
the sweetness of goodness and of love. 

Emma-Margarita R. A.-Valdés

Traductora: Vekas Rodica

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