Joining with the saints
of ancients past.
Inquisitors with Jews
laying down at last.
Like the Lion and the Lamb.
The voice of the Great I am
says,
"Behold the Lamb of God,
slain before the foundations of the world."
Please take away our sins.
Gisella Perezarce
Santa Rosa, California.
December 29th, 2008
Copyright 2008
Monday, December 29, 2008
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Chinese girls
Playing beyond
the guitar-
the heartstrings of
a generation forgotten.
Told not to
dance or sing.
Why is this I ask?
They were afraid of
dreams.
Copyright 2008.
the guitar-
the heartstrings of
a generation forgotten.
Told not to
dance or sing.
Why is this I ask?
They were afraid of
dreams.
Copyright 2008.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Milton-
Why do you question God?
Did you not know He
loved you?
Copyright 2008
By Gisella Perezarce
Originally written on
August 28th, 2008.
Did you not know He
loved you?
Copyright 2008
By Gisella Perezarce
Originally written on
August 28th, 2008.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Ice cream
Ice cream with a cherry on top,
a sundae for the Sunday of sorts.
The Lord's day has become
a herald for all in one,
to shelter those in need.
May those of us who gather
at the altar,
lay down our sticks and stones.
We must listen to Einstein
when he says for peace
one to atone.
You can say a Hail Mary,
Our Father works, too.
I choose forgiveness of others
to me and me to you.
Copyright 2008
a sundae for the Sunday of sorts.
The Lord's day has become
a herald for all in one,
to shelter those in need.
May those of us who gather
at the altar,
lay down our sticks and stones.
We must listen to Einstein
when he says for peace
one to atone.
You can say a Hail Mary,
Our Father works, too.
I choose forgiveness of others
to me and me to you.
Copyright 2008
Monday, November 3, 2008
Hazelnut
Today I asked you to visit me
and you showed up with a smile.
A visit from a friend, surprised
me without end.
I chose a cup of hazelnut chocolate
and a kiss on the cheek
to remember you by.
My sweet friend.
I will love you until the end.
Copyright 2008
and you showed up with a smile.
A visit from a friend, surprised
me without end.
I chose a cup of hazelnut chocolate
and a kiss on the cheek
to remember you by.
My sweet friend.
I will love you until the end.
Copyright 2008
Friday, September 19, 2008
St. Philip's
A pelican adorns the
shrine of your crucifixion.
She gave her blood for
her young.
You give your blood
for us, too.
Your wine at
the wedding at Cana spoke
of you the Redeemer.
Dedicated to Father Paul
and Father Matt.
Those who love much...
shrine of your crucifixion.
She gave her blood for
her young.
You give your blood
for us, too.
Your wine at
the wedding at Cana spoke
of you the Redeemer.
Dedicated to Father Paul
and Father Matt.
Those who love much...
Art
If we are Christ's workmanship,
"poema"- are we His all
in all?
From the Fall of man to the martyrs- the length of
time for our call.
Many have accepted
Jesus throughout His reign
on the earth.
I want to join Him in
the Harvest-
the wine and wheat
of His birth.
"poema"- are we His all
in all?
From the Fall of man to the martyrs- the length of
time for our call.
Many have accepted
Jesus throughout His reign
on the earth.
I want to join Him in
the Harvest-
the wine and wheat
of His birth.
Heart
My heart has been broken in unusual ways.
A prophet told me that once and it is true.
I have seen the heights of heaven, the depths
of hell, too.
However, the hardest thing to
do is to accept what is, not
what could be, what might have been.
That is a form of heaven
and hell where God can begin-
to press through doors of
denial to a place of where
Jesus is.
I opened my heart to Him.
A prophet told me that once and it is true.
I have seen the heights of heaven, the depths
of hell, too.
However, the hardest thing to
do is to accept what is, not
what could be, what might have been.
That is a form of heaven
and hell where God can begin-
to press through doors of
denial to a place of where
Jesus is.
I opened my heart to Him.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Lord Byron
You spoke to me
when you spoke of her beauty.
I feel your heart
for the woman I
am.
I see your teaching to
those who need me
to be myself.
To the tune of Hebrew Melodies.
Selah.
Copyright 2008
when you spoke of her beauty.
I feel your heart
for the woman I
am.
I see your teaching to
those who need me
to be myself.
To the tune of Hebrew Melodies.
Selah.
Copyright 2008
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Boutanniere
I saw a
young woman
give a flower
to a famous opera
singer.
Written at a Suzanna Guzman
and friends concert
at St. Andrew's of Pasadena.
By Gisella Perezarce
09-12-09
young woman
give a flower
to a famous opera
singer.
Written at a Suzanna Guzman
and friends concert
at St. Andrew's of Pasadena.
By Gisella Perezarce
09-12-09
Pinwheel
Going different directions-
Where does the wind come from?
How does the pin-wheel-
love it's beauty with the
direction of the wind?
The beauty of the colors
blows both ways.
It is by the breath
of the Ancient of
Days.
O God, Blow your breath on
this election. May Jesus
see how we love him
and show our colors
for Him.
By Gisella Perezarce
09-12-08
Where does the wind come from?
How does the pin-wheel-
love it's beauty with the
direction of the wind?
The beauty of the colors
blows both ways.
It is by the breath
of the Ancient of
Days.
O God, Blow your breath on
this election. May Jesus
see how we love him
and show our colors
for Him.
By Gisella Perezarce
09-12-08
Flying toward the Sun-
Look, I am flying.
A small bird that has wings.
They are working and I am
heading toward the direction of my dreams.
I see a man with a gun
aiming at me. However, Angels with
shields protect me so I can reach the Sun.
Why did I seek the direction
I did? Why do my feet not burn on
the brightness in me? The Sun burns
so bright.
At this place within me, I have
stopped to breathe, catch my breath.
For the Sun says I arrived at faithfulness.
Many seek the Sun, but it may burn them too.
The feet of a bird can fly on earth for you.
The Sun is my landing place- to seek
what was lost.
Jesus carries the burden,
His work on the cross.
Will you fly with me,
to reach your dreams?
The Sun is burning hot.
It won't burn you,
if you stop.
Just prepare your heart
for the Son of God. He is
the answer, the dream-
the direction for those
who dare to fly.
I love Him.
By Gisella Perezarce
09-12-08
A small bird that has wings.
They are working and I am
heading toward the direction of my dreams.
I see a man with a gun
aiming at me. However, Angels with
shields protect me so I can reach the Sun.
Why did I seek the direction
I did? Why do my feet not burn on
the brightness in me? The Sun burns
so bright.
At this place within me, I have
stopped to breathe, catch my breath.
For the Sun says I arrived at faithfulness.
Many seek the Sun, but it may burn them too.
The feet of a bird can fly on earth for you.
The Sun is my landing place- to seek
what was lost.
Jesus carries the burden,
His work on the cross.
Will you fly with me,
to reach your dreams?
The Sun is burning hot.
It won't burn you,
if you stop.
Just prepare your heart
for the Son of God. He is
the answer, the dream-
the direction for those
who dare to fly.
I love Him.
By Gisella Perezarce
09-12-08
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Ambassador
An ambassador from the insect world greeted me today.
His arms were opened wide as he struck a gallant pose.
He was a praying mantis with wings-
in the most regal repose.
I stood and stared,
smiled and greeted him
as I knew the moment was rare.
I told him,
"You're beautiful"
and the words echoed in my ear.
I said the phrase again and again,
he was sent to me,
as a friend,
to remind me of this lesson once again.
His arms were opened wide as he struck a gallant pose.
He was a praying mantis with wings-
in the most regal repose.
I stood and stared,
smiled and greeted him
as I knew the moment was rare.
I told him,
"You're beautiful"
and the words echoed in my ear.
I said the phrase again and again,
he was sent to me,
as a friend,
to remind me of this lesson once again.
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
The Ocean
He said that Arabic was like
the ocean-
one word with many species
therein.
Where many dialects exist-
can I find a place to begin?
Am I already at the marker...
ready to start?
That is my heart
as a follower of God.
the ocean-
one word with many species
therein.
Where many dialects exist-
can I find a place to begin?
Am I already at the marker...
ready to start?
That is my heart
as a follower of God.
Monday, September 8, 2008
Christians are not always right...
Dear Jesus,
If we claim Christ but kill our brother
are we free?
If we promote wealth and life,
while we kill the children alive
are we truly merciful?
If we care more about ourselves than the poor,
are we just?
If we claim Christ but kill our brother
are we free?
If we promote wealth and life,
while we kill the children alive
are we truly merciful?
If we care more about ourselves than the poor,
are we just?
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Treasure
My family is a treasure chest,
that I have never opened.
A pearl necklace,
I'm trying on for size.
that I have never opened.
A pearl necklace,
I'm trying on for size.
Thursday, September 4, 2008
La Traviata
My grandma passed on September 2nd, 2008 surrounded by her children and grandchildren. I loved her much and wrote this poem for her.
My grandmother, Laura Perez Arce de Aram passed on tonight. I wanted to share a poem in her honor.
LA TRAVIATA, 1853
Verdi's fame eclipsed that of his predecessors.
He wrote of his long "years in the galley" to the Countess.
He remembered days of growing up in Milan.
You remembered Mexico, Paris, and the "Deep Purple" song.
Like Verdi, "How many dear and sad memories" followed you.
May the crucible of our loneliness kill us too.
In order to be re-born as a poetess, philanthropist, or political activist.
Making our mark for the world to see.
Now you are truly set free.
I love you.
2 de septiembre de 2008
My grandmother, Laura Perez Arce de Aram passed on tonight. I wanted to share a poem in her honor.
LA TRAVIATA, 1853
Verdi's fame eclipsed that of his predecessors.
He wrote of his long "years in the galley" to the Countess.
He remembered days of growing up in Milan.
You remembered Mexico, Paris, and the "Deep Purple" song.
Like Verdi, "How many dear and sad memories" followed you.
May the crucible of our loneliness kill us too.
In order to be re-born as a poetess, philanthropist, or political activist.
Making our mark for the world to see.
Now you are truly set free.
I love you.
2 de septiembre de 2008
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
L'incoronazione di Poppea
Monteverdi wrote of love in
this famous opera and rightly so.
Nero was a man of intensity,
not always with wisdom,
as we know.
Do we crown our Poppeas
of beauty and stature?
How about the Octavias
we promised love ever after?
this famous opera and rightly so.
Nero was a man of intensity,
not always with wisdom,
as we know.
Do we crown our Poppeas
of beauty and stature?
How about the Octavias
we promised love ever after?
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Settled
My grandfather's family were settlers.
I have found a place to dwell.
In the place of His coming,
digging Jacob's well.
I found a place among people
who received me as their own.
God's people who are children,
the world's microphone.
I still seek a land of promise,
a place far off from where I am.
I see a place of dwelling where I
myself can stand.
Fed by the multitude of fish
and loaves who are my friends.
The world's cast-offs, the dreamers-
the kind who are His gems.
I found a place of dwelling,
a place where music sounds.
A place of peace and a land
of prosperity where
the light of Christ resounds.
I sing to those who are captives,
being set free.
A song of liberty and freedom
for all around to see.
Will you join me in this chorus?
Where voices join as one.
For I am singing to Jesus,
God's only begotten son.
The voice of many waters
is my delight.
His heart sings over me.
I have found a place to dwell.
In the place of His coming,
digging Jacob's well.
I found a place among people
who received me as their own.
God's people who are children,
the world's microphone.
I still seek a land of promise,
a place far off from where I am.
I see a place of dwelling where I
myself can stand.
Fed by the multitude of fish
and loaves who are my friends.
The world's cast-offs, the dreamers-
the kind who are His gems.
I found a place of dwelling,
a place where music sounds.
A place of peace and a land
of prosperity where
the light of Christ resounds.
I sing to those who are captives,
being set free.
A song of liberty and freedom
for all around to see.
Will you join me in this chorus?
Where voices join as one.
For I am singing to Jesus,
God's only begotten son.
The voice of many waters
is my delight.
His heart sings over me.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Shirley
Shirley Temple smiled for the millions
of those who tried to find happiness
in her. She led generations
and her memory will endure.
I learned later that she married
and became Shirley Temple Black.
She was an ambassador and didn't stop
at that.
Now her name is famous for millions
of children who order the drink with her name.
Many youth and adults watch her movies
and still speak of her fame.
of those who tried to find happiness
in her. She led generations
and her memory will endure.
I learned later that she married
and became Shirley Temple Black.
She was an ambassador and didn't stop
at that.
Now her name is famous for millions
of children who order the drink with her name.
Many youth and adults watch her movies
and still speak of her fame.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Cincinnati
They have the the Cincinnati Reds,
and Bengals, too.
They have food for my soul,
eyes and heart.
Knowing a family was my start.
I started seeing God through
the eyes of a child grown.
We had history knowing and being
known.
How does the trail of freedom
lead us to the distance?
A path once underground,
is knowing stately dreams,
raising up leaders, including me.
I don't believe that "rising tides...
floats boats." However, their heart
bouyed me afloat.
Let me be all I can be.
Freedom is ringing true.
I think I am okay, hidden away,
but the stage is on the foregound for me and for you.
Blessings to all those who want to be free.
I love you, children of my past and present,
those yet to be.
Love sets the tone of our freedom,
once tasted, to become your own.
Try to be grown, in your time,
this world will be your throne.
and Bengals, too.
They have food for my soul,
eyes and heart.
Knowing a family was my start.
I started seeing God through
the eyes of a child grown.
We had history knowing and being
known.
How does the trail of freedom
lead us to the distance?
A path once underground,
is knowing stately dreams,
raising up leaders, including me.
I don't believe that "rising tides...
floats boats." However, their heart
bouyed me afloat.
Let me be all I can be.
Freedom is ringing true.
I think I am okay, hidden away,
but the stage is on the foregound for me and for you.
Blessings to all those who want to be free.
I love you, children of my past and present,
those yet to be.
Love sets the tone of our freedom,
once tasted, to become your own.
Try to be grown, in your time,
this world will be your throne.
Monday, August 25, 2008
The Airport
I like America,
in times like these,
I see it shine.
I saw two boys newly arrived from Canton,
they had English names of the Bible
but still answered to their Chinese ones.
I saw people deferring to each other,
in line taking turns.
Showing the best our country has to offer,
a deep cry for one who yearns.
There is a God who created me, created us,
what is yet to be.
Can we become the best? Once more concerned for the
value of others than just the generation of "me".
A voice of reason for the 21st century,
service and sacrifice to right what has gone wrong.
Please salute the flag of our fathers,
and let freedom reign a true song.
Hope distilled like wine.
American dreams can again be kind.
in times like these,
I see it shine.
I saw two boys newly arrived from Canton,
they had English names of the Bible
but still answered to their Chinese ones.
I saw people deferring to each other,
in line taking turns.
Showing the best our country has to offer,
a deep cry for one who yearns.
There is a God who created me, created us,
what is yet to be.
Can we become the best? Once more concerned for the
value of others than just the generation of "me".
A voice of reason for the 21st century,
service and sacrifice to right what has gone wrong.
Please salute the flag of our fathers,
and let freedom reign a true song.
Hope distilled like wine.
American dreams can again be kind.
Friday, August 22, 2008
Dancing-
twirls like
tops,
spinning onto
history.
What has the
Lord made?
My God you
have not forsaken
the work
of your
hands.
Complete.
Resting.
Complete.
By Christ all things
are made.
tops,
spinning onto
history.
What has the
Lord made?
My God you
have not forsaken
the work
of your
hands.
Complete.
Resting.
Complete.
By Christ all things
are made.
David
Alexander Pope
asked Fair Discretion
to "tune the lyre"-
I see David in
heaven plucking
strings for
the love of his hart.
May each righteous
stumble only
enough to
gain thy
ground.
For the wisdom
of God,
after mumbles,
very soon is
sound.
Let thy word lamp my feet
on the path
most discreet.
Amen.
Alleluia.
Amen.
asked Fair Discretion
to "tune the lyre"-
I see David in
heaven plucking
strings for
the love of his hart.
May each righteous
stumble only
enough to
gain thy
ground.
For the wisdom
of God,
after mumbles,
very soon is
sound.
Let thy word lamp my feet
on the path
most discreet.
Amen.
Alleluia.
Amen.
Beloved
Jesus-the Beloved.
John the Beloved.
With whom,
I am well pleased.
Let David arise
in her midst.
John the Beloved.
With whom,
I am well pleased.
Let David arise
in her midst.
Orphanage
I went to an Opera,
accompanied by friends.
First performed in one
of the concentration camps
where orphans fled...
the SS and the Nazis.
Brundibar is hope performed
fifty-five times.
The L.A. production renewed my mind,
with hope, love, and faith restored.
Hope for the best from each of us.
Faith for us to dare to dream again.
Children are the treasure of the world.
accompanied by friends.
First performed in one
of the concentration camps
where orphans fled...
the SS and the Nazis.
Brundibar is hope performed
fifty-five times.
The L.A. production renewed my mind,
with hope, love, and faith restored.
Hope for the best from each of us.
Faith for us to dare to dream again.
Children are the treasure of the world.
Finished
Breaking free to overcome adversity.
The task of completion that has begun...
finally being done.
This butterfly emerged from the chrysalis.
Stronger, breaking free from all
that hinders it.
The task of completion that has begun...
finally being done.
This butterfly emerged from the chrysalis.
Stronger, breaking free from all
that hinders it.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Monday, August 18, 2008
Giraffes
Reaching for branches
with their long necks,
a baby giraffe
lags behind.
He will reach for
the trees
too, one day!
with their long necks,
a baby giraffe
lags behind.
He will reach for
the trees
too, one day!
Fashion
Botticelli and Beauty,
Chanel, Yves Saint Laurent.
What is the message of beauty?
What is the fashion it entails?
Chanel, Yves Saint Laurent.
What is the message of beauty?
What is the fashion it entails?
Fish
Keep swimming
through people
and the open shores.
Is there no
place to lay
your head,
except on the
ocean's floor?
through people
and the open shores.
Is there no
place to lay
your head,
except on the
ocean's floor?
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Sabbath
I'm trying to rest-
by-gosh-by golly...
and do what is best this day.
To refrain from cooking,
work or chores,
sometimes seems as a test,
this way.
Of my will, I set apart,
a day to seek God
with all my heart.
God rested on the seventh day.
by-gosh-by golly...
and do what is best this day.
To refrain from cooking,
work or chores,
sometimes seems as a test,
this way.
Of my will, I set apart,
a day to seek God
with all my heart.
God rested on the seventh day.
Changes
She had so many dreams.
She wanted to change
the world since
she was a little girl.
She wrote about
Dr. King and
Gandhi and his non-violent
uprising.
She sang of Africa.
She sang of the world
she had yet not
perceived or known.
She wanted to change
the world since
she was a little girl.
She wrote about
Dr. King and
Gandhi and his non-violent
uprising.
She sang of Africa.
She sang of the world
she had yet not
perceived or known.
True
Little girl blue,
come blow your horn.
The sheep are in the desert
and the trumpet has come.
There is also work,
still to be done.
come blow your horn.
The sheep are in the desert
and the trumpet has come.
There is also work,
still to be done.
Blessings
rainbows of colors-
ages of prayer.
Help me to allow suffering to
bloom into blossoms
of flowers, fair.
ages of prayer.
Help me to allow suffering to
bloom into blossoms
of flowers, fair.
Monday, August 11, 2008
St. Gisella
A woman who new her fame.
The homeless were her treasure,
each child knew her name.
She's having trouble forgiving
those who caused hurt.
The hardest lesson right
now to learn.
Can I see myself in a mirror dimly,
can I carry a crown of thorns
to his side?
I need to forgive even if not
"forever friends". Judas
was a follower and Jesus
knew his lot.
However, shame shouldn't win
and the truth is ne'er forgot.
Each day and trial are recorded
in scrolls. One day they shall
be unveiled.
Gifts of toads and ducklings,
turned to princes
and princesses in His sight.
The truth of God revealed.
The homeless were her treasure,
each child knew her name.
She's having trouble forgiving
those who caused hurt.
The hardest lesson right
now to learn.
Can I see myself in a mirror dimly,
can I carry a crown of thorns
to his side?
I need to forgive even if not
"forever friends". Judas
was a follower and Jesus
knew his lot.
However, shame shouldn't win
and the truth is ne'er forgot.
Each day and trial are recorded
in scrolls. One day they shall
be unveiled.
Gifts of toads and ducklings,
turned to princes
and princesses in His sight.
The truth of God revealed.
St. Matthias
Chosen after casting dice.
A discipleship worth the price.
Travels abroad.
Peace that is sound.
You seem so far away today,
so out of reach to me.
Jesus is the man of the
hour for you.
Whatever the price of
your virtue,
Honor yourself
and you'll honor me, too.
To thine ownself be true.
That's a word of humility-
offered to you.
A discipleship worth the price.
Travels abroad.
Peace that is sound.
You seem so far away today,
so out of reach to me.
Jesus is the man of the
hour for you.
Whatever the price of
your virtue,
Honor yourself
and you'll honor me, too.
To thine ownself be true.
That's a word of humility-
offered to you.
St. Nicholas
You came bearing gifts,
not the clearance kind,
bought after Christmas
at a five-and-dime.
You bore costly treasures,
like the wise men
who are still seeking Him.
Each heart of a child
given to the one
who made them perfect.
Angels in heaven proclaimed Jesus'
name, as each one accepted Jesus
as Lord.
Why doubt that the dove awaits
your return to the promised
land?
As angels feed
you with Ravens who guide
you along the path of delight.
Your family has seen
miracles, sorrow turned
to sight...
changing water into wine.
May each mortal who walks
this earth,
now know value in the friendship
of the King of each child's berth.
New wine given at this time
to come.
Christ the Lord is risen today!
Laura awaits you to sing
a happy way...taste and see
the goodness of the Lord.
His eyes go to and fro to
find faithful hearts among those
who follow.
not the clearance kind,
bought after Christmas
at a five-and-dime.
You bore costly treasures,
like the wise men
who are still seeking Him.
Each heart of a child
given to the one
who made them perfect.
Angels in heaven proclaimed Jesus'
name, as each one accepted Jesus
as Lord.
Why doubt that the dove awaits
your return to the promised
land?
As angels feed
you with Ravens who guide
you along the path of delight.
Your family has seen
miracles, sorrow turned
to sight...
changing water into wine.
May each mortal who walks
this earth,
now know value in the friendship
of the King of each child's berth.
New wine given at this time
to come.
Christ the Lord is risen today!
Laura awaits you to sing
a happy way...taste and see
the goodness of the Lord.
His eyes go to and fro to
find faithful hearts among those
who follow.
Saturday, August 9, 2008
Grandma (Muzzy)
Cream cheese and olives,
a little mayonnaise
and white bread.
Just like my grandma
used to make.
What does it take to get you back to
a place where you've been?
Is it a holy fire
or a peace within?
Why do I long for what I cannot have,
buy, or take?
My only request is of a lesser virtue.
Love, no matter what the cost,
the case, or issue.
It's a high price to take
this heart upon the cross.
Will you free me?
Save me that way?
That's all I have to pray.
Written originally on 02-11-08.
a little mayonnaise
and white bread.
Just like my grandma
used to make.
What does it take to get you back to
a place where you've been?
Is it a holy fire
or a peace within?
Why do I long for what I cannot have,
buy, or take?
My only request is of a lesser virtue.
Love, no matter what the cost,
the case, or issue.
It's a high price to take
this heart upon the cross.
Will you free me?
Save me that way?
That's all I have to pray.
Written originally on 02-11-08.
Closer
I held you close today,
your robes are blue and white,
cool as cassia.
I held you close today,
your robes are warm
like toast.
Not the jelly kind.
The kind that has milk,
cinnamon and sugar.
My mom used to make it to help
me feel better.
I held you close today,
your heart was like a hearth of fire,
quenching my every desire.
A dream fulfilled.
Your love burns within my heart.
Gisella Perezarce
07-26-08
your robes are blue and white,
cool as cassia.
I held you close today,
your robes are warm
like toast.
Not the jelly kind.
The kind that has milk,
cinnamon and sugar.
My mom used to make it to help
me feel better.
I held you close today,
your heart was like a hearth of fire,
quenching my every desire.
A dream fulfilled.
Your love burns within my heart.
Gisella Perezarce
07-26-08
Tree
Let me be like a wise old tree.
With rings abounding.
Everlasting.
Found in the one who
created me.
Dedicated to Laura Perez Arce Burke
and Sierra Gorda, Mexico.
With rings abounding.
Everlasting.
Found in the one who
created me.
Dedicated to Laura Perez Arce Burke
and Sierra Gorda, Mexico.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Friday, July 11, 2008
World
Is their order of Kings?
Are their courts of Lords?
Is this a land of dreamers?
Spun like cotton candy,
pink against the sky.
The red balloon passes
by the altar of failed
hopes for our children.
Will they sparkle with hope
in their eyes?
Can we rebuild the walls-
the infrastructure as
Nehemiah tried?
A dream failed to die
today. Like the balloon
in France- transcendent
by stones.
We will listen to one voice
alone. Hope not fear-
brings us through our year.
We need each other,
working tools and weapons
of faith in hand.
That is how I stand.
Are their courts of Lords?
Is this a land of dreamers?
Spun like cotton candy,
pink against the sky.
The red balloon passes
by the altar of failed
hopes for our children.
Will they sparkle with hope
in their eyes?
Can we rebuild the walls-
the infrastructure as
Nehemiah tried?
A dream failed to die
today. Like the balloon
in France- transcendent
by stones.
We will listen to one voice
alone. Hope not fear-
brings us through our year.
We need each other,
working tools and weapons
of faith in hand.
That is how I stand.
Songs of my Father
Linda Rondstadt recorded
the songs of the heart of
her homeland-
that of her fathers.
Tu Solo Tu was sung
by my great-
grandmother, too.
She sang it on her hands and knees
as she scrubbed the kitchen floor.
A song for one she loved,
a kiss.
Does Besame Mucho
wait for me, another song perhaps?
Will the songs of my inheritance
come true at last?
the songs of the heart of
her homeland-
that of her fathers.
Tu Solo Tu was sung
by my great-
grandmother, too.
She sang it on her hands and knees
as she scrubbed the kitchen floor.
A song for one she loved,
a kiss.
Does Besame Mucho
wait for me, another song perhaps?
Will the songs of my inheritance
come true at last?
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
JESUS
A man of many sorrows
-endless tomorrows.
There is a finish of a race
just begun for
a president has been born
to raise up the Son.
-endless tomorrows.
There is a finish of a race
just begun for
a president has been born
to raise up the Son.
Monday, June 2, 2008
Cervantes-
A man who knew of a dream impossible.
A man who spoke of the great Dulcinea.
A woman whom he loved.
A man who spoke of the great Dulcinea.
A woman whom he loved.
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Jesus is the Lord
Barack would make a good president.
I believe this, too.
What is the world telling you?
Do you know the plans of
those you seek?
Are you a God only of the rich
and not of the meek?
May Jesus tell those who fight for
Him, that glory is simple for
those who are His friends.
I believe this, too.
What is the world telling you?
Do you know the plans of
those you seek?
Are you a God only of the rich
and not of the meek?
May Jesus tell those who fight for
Him, that glory is simple for
those who are His friends.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Canzone di mia madre
She liked ducks,
felt scared of tidal waves.
She painted in her youth,
a Picasso hangs in a frame.
She sang opera and was invited
to Milan,
she chose my dad instead
and sang a different song.
A song of sadness at times
and also one of great joy.
She gave oranges and groceries
to strangers on the side of
the road.
She bought Christmas trees
for a homeless shelter,
gifts for all the children.
I used to ask her to write
checks to World Vision.
She always did.
She always supported me,
loved me, spoiled me,
believed in me.
Doesn't everyone deserve
a mother like that?
I sings her song, too.
A song for others,
and for myself.
O Mio Bambino Caro...
felt scared of tidal waves.
She painted in her youth,
a Picasso hangs in a frame.
She sang opera and was invited
to Milan,
she chose my dad instead
and sang a different song.
A song of sadness at times
and also one of great joy.
She gave oranges and groceries
to strangers on the side of
the road.
She bought Christmas trees
for a homeless shelter,
gifts for all the children.
I used to ask her to write
checks to World Vision.
She always did.
She always supported me,
loved me, spoiled me,
believed in me.
Doesn't everyone deserve
a mother like that?
I sings her song, too.
A song for others,
and for myself.
O Mio Bambino Caro...
Monday, April 28, 2008
Mother of my youth
When your father and mother forsake thee,
I will take care of thee.
Many mothers have been sought both far
and wide. To mother with style,
favor in pride.
To fill in the gaps of years,
since she died.
However, I still come back to the conclusion,
that the mom who cleaned offices at midnight
with two girls in tow is the one for me.
A single mother by the age I was three,
she never ceased loving me.
Although, I have many women in far off lands
who call me their own, there's only one original
who knows me as I am.
Ode to Kathleen Elizabeth.
I love you.
I will take care of thee.
Many mothers have been sought both far
and wide. To mother with style,
favor in pride.
To fill in the gaps of years,
since she died.
However, I still come back to the conclusion,
that the mom who cleaned offices at midnight
with two girls in tow is the one for me.
A single mother by the age I was three,
she never ceased loving me.
Although, I have many women in far off lands
who call me their own, there's only one original
who knows me as I am.
Ode to Kathleen Elizabeth.
I love you.
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Spinning Wheel
Hillel was one of the wise,
spinning Babylonian captivity
into Rabbinic tradition.
The Jews were sent into a foreign
land that was a former home,
cradle of all.
Was the Talmud and the Torah
the foundations of life?
Spinning culture into dreams
of cooperation,
gentile and Jew.
There are even stories of
both exchanging gifts on the
others' holidays.
Did Aramaic bridge the
language traditions?
Did a "debir" tell of your
future? Did you long to hear?
Do the writings of Samuel outlast
the parts of the Babylonian Talmud
embraced by the Orthodox?
spinning Babylonian captivity
into Rabbinic tradition.
The Jews were sent into a foreign
land that was a former home,
cradle of all.
Was the Talmud and the Torah
the foundations of life?
Spinning culture into dreams
of cooperation,
gentile and Jew.
There are even stories of
both exchanging gifts on the
others' holidays.
Did Aramaic bridge the
language traditions?
Did a "debir" tell of your
future? Did you long to hear?
Do the writings of Samuel outlast
the parts of the Babylonian Talmud
embraced by the Orthodox?
Swan Lake
My grandmother traded in her ticket for two.
From where we sat, we had a good view.
What did we see? The white and the black,
dancing divinity.
From where we sat, we had a good view.
What did we see? The white and the black,
dancing divinity.
Saturday, April 12, 2008
Children/Jesus at the camp
I may sound mysterious or mystical...
Some would say very spiritual.
I think there is just a fine line between
the present and the past, what is meant to be.
I see my ancestors, my friends in other lands,
and my future children (if it all works out).
I see myself looking at their hands.
Descending from farmers, viceroys, kings...
people of varied countries, offering things.
Our father used to hold me on his lap.
My hands outstretched in his hands.
I see my little girl and boy at times
close to me.
Many friends can see their children in Heaven,
waiting to be.
Can I ask you about Einstein, the relativity of time?
He went to my campus, drank of the minds.
Can I expect greatness for myself?
I hope it shall be, bravery is necessary
to conquer mountains of fear.
Overcoming circumstance, movement-
while still standing here.
Do we jump over stones in a river,
with forces rushing around us?
Do we eat at a campfire,
with light that abounds us?
I am eating breakfast with Jesus,
huddled in a blanket from the swim.
I heard they saw him, so I jumped in.
Peter did this, too.
Jesus fed him fish.
The one who denied him was offered
faithfulness.
Some would say very spiritual.
I think there is just a fine line between
the present and the past, what is meant to be.
I see my ancestors, my friends in other lands,
and my future children (if it all works out).
I see myself looking at their hands.
Descending from farmers, viceroys, kings...
people of varied countries, offering things.
Our father used to hold me on his lap.
My hands outstretched in his hands.
I see my little girl and boy at times
close to me.
Many friends can see their children in Heaven,
waiting to be.
Can I ask you about Einstein, the relativity of time?
He went to my campus, drank of the minds.
Can I expect greatness for myself?
I hope it shall be, bravery is necessary
to conquer mountains of fear.
Overcoming circumstance, movement-
while still standing here.
Do we jump over stones in a river,
with forces rushing around us?
Do we eat at a campfire,
with light that abounds us?
I am eating breakfast with Jesus,
huddled in a blanket from the swim.
I heard they saw him, so I jumped in.
Peter did this, too.
Jesus fed him fish.
The one who denied him was offered
faithfulness.
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Dreams
Do dreams begin or end our lives?
Dreams of motherhood, marriage, or even death-
do they start us into a new realm?
Do they really exist?
I still think Prince Charming comes,
sometimes as a frog, sometimes seated
on a white horse.
Just believe. They told me that since
I was a child. I tell that to other girls,
who waltz on imaginary ballroom floors
in their carpeted living rooms.
Do you want to dance with me?-they ask
as I take the roll of Prince for them
in their make-believe ball.
I tinge of sadness, but also a flicker
of hope dances in the air.
1,2,3 and 1,2,3,-
we dance around the room.
Do fairy tales really exist?
I'm not sure.
Dreams of motherhood, marriage, or even death-
do they start us into a new realm?
Do they really exist?
I still think Prince Charming comes,
sometimes as a frog, sometimes seated
on a white horse.
Just believe. They told me that since
I was a child. I tell that to other girls,
who waltz on imaginary ballroom floors
in their carpeted living rooms.
Do you want to dance with me?-they ask
as I take the roll of Prince for them
in their make-believe ball.
I tinge of sadness, but also a flicker
of hope dances in the air.
1,2,3 and 1,2,3,-
we dance around the room.
Do fairy tales really exist?
I'm not sure.
Friday, March 28, 2008
Service
How old are you when you know you are poor?
I've heard of children whose mother took them
camping all summer at the beach. They
did not know they were homeless.
Is it the role of parents to shield their
children from the harsh realities of life?
How do we know we are rich? Is it a Lexus,
Mercedes, or BMW? Is it people who would lay
down their lives to save our soul?
I grew up today. A little taller, maybe six inches.
For a long time, I was content,
like a bird in a nest,
not seeing how to get out and fly.
Now I've had a glimpse and am learning to flap my wings.
I've flown to other nests before,
had other times of flight.
Is this the time to learn to build my own?
Where is the time in between to be spent?
I think I am missing a vital step...
possibly one unseen.
Poverty of spirit, is that what I have?
It seems like a sickness to try to shake or
get away from.
However, the Bible says Blessed are the poor
in spirit. They shall inherit the Kingdom.
I know I need to know more about the Kingdom.
The openings of centuries come with fireworks
but years travel fast.
Barry McGuire spoke of the "happy road we
are traveling on... Son keeps shining,
know it won't be long until the happy road is leading me
home." Sometimes, I am so tired of traveling this road
of service. Other days, I want to live a hundred more
years.
The days in between those two thoughts, prepare me for
tomorrow. For we are eternal. Yesterday, today, and forever
are all the same to God.
I've heard of children whose mother took them
camping all summer at the beach. They
did not know they were homeless.
Is it the role of parents to shield their
children from the harsh realities of life?
How do we know we are rich? Is it a Lexus,
Mercedes, or BMW? Is it people who would lay
down their lives to save our soul?
I grew up today. A little taller, maybe six inches.
For a long time, I was content,
like a bird in a nest,
not seeing how to get out and fly.
Now I've had a glimpse and am learning to flap my wings.
I've flown to other nests before,
had other times of flight.
Is this the time to learn to build my own?
Where is the time in between to be spent?
I think I am missing a vital step...
possibly one unseen.
Poverty of spirit, is that what I have?
It seems like a sickness to try to shake or
get away from.
However, the Bible says Blessed are the poor
in spirit. They shall inherit the Kingdom.
I know I need to know more about the Kingdom.
The openings of centuries come with fireworks
but years travel fast.
Barry McGuire spoke of the "happy road we
are traveling on... Son keeps shining,
know it won't be long until the happy road is leading me
home." Sometimes, I am so tired of traveling this road
of service. Other days, I want to live a hundred more
years.
The days in between those two thoughts, prepare me for
tomorrow. For we are eternal. Yesterday, today, and forever
are all the same to God.
Monday, March 17, 2008
A Seed
A seed germinating,
growing inside of me.
I see it in my belly,
a form of a tree.
Dreams of apples,
pomegranates,
oranges,
and grapes,
surround
me.
Is Israel a fertile ground?
Does she exist in time?
Who is her Messiah?
I dream of a fatherland but
also of a mother.
Golda Meir dreamed, too.
May those in her footsteps
not follow their heart
solely. May they find the one
who
created them for this time
in the earth.
Jesus is the dream,
I awake to.
growing inside of me.
I see it in my belly,
a form of a tree.
Dreams of apples,
pomegranates,
oranges,
and grapes,
surround
me.
Is Israel a fertile ground?
Does she exist in time?
Who is her Messiah?
I dream of a fatherland but
also of a mother.
Golda Meir dreamed, too.
May those in her footsteps
not follow their heart
solely. May they find the one
who
created them for this time
in the earth.
Jesus is the dream,
I awake to.
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Vikings
King Olaf of Man,
he brought the light of Christ.
Some forced, tortured, others free-
how did this story begin?
Fleeing death with his mother
as a boy, going from shore to shore.
To find refuge under Valdemar,
but the pirates captured Olaf.
He was sold for the price of
a fine cloak. Was it like
that of His robe?
Valdemar protected him,
after Olaf was bought from slavery.
The threats of the mobs, cried out to
the King, after Olaf had
violently defended his own life.
Then Olaf's soul died.
His heart with that of his wife and
his plunderings led him to a seer to be reborn.
The seer prophesied over the future saint.
New life began, baptized,
now for a greater Kingdom he served.
King Olaf built a church
and lived in Trondhiem...
and the fate was
for him to die in battle.
I've heard it said that he went
over the rails of the long serpent
ship of Norway. Forced to flee,
never to be seen again.
he brought the light of Christ.
Some forced, tortured, others free-
how did this story begin?
Fleeing death with his mother
as a boy, going from shore to shore.
To find refuge under Valdemar,
but the pirates captured Olaf.
He was sold for the price of
a fine cloak. Was it like
that of His robe?
Valdemar protected him,
after Olaf was bought from slavery.
The threats of the mobs, cried out to
the King, after Olaf had
violently defended his own life.
Then Olaf's soul died.
His heart with that of his wife and
his plunderings led him to a seer to be reborn.
The seer prophesied over the future saint.
New life began, baptized,
now for a greater Kingdom he served.
King Olaf built a church
and lived in Trondhiem...
and the fate was
for him to die in battle.
I've heard it said that he went
over the rails of the long serpent
ship of Norway. Forced to flee,
never to be seen again.
Buffalo
I saw a visage of friendship tonight.
I had a candle that I wanted to give her light.
I saw it being taken down from where it stood and
giving warmth to both of us.
Is this the sound of angels-
or another dirge?
I think about the chariots,
wheels within wheels.
Can you hear the flutter of angels' wings?
I hear it.
It propels me forth on my knees
before the throne of the great white
eagle.
The one spoken of in native tribes.
The great ones spoke of him, on the tribal land.
They knew His might. His power in the buffalo,
his sadness in their plight.
"Great and mighty is He. The keeper of our dreams."
They declared their allegiance to Him even as they
walked trails of sadness, tears that led to a new life.
I ask forgiveness for my sins,
of exploitation, even of my friends.
Let me accept all people.
Give me your weary, your tired, your poor.
This sheep has been shorn,
edges trimmed. Candle wick burning
just for Him.
I had a candle that I wanted to give her light.
I saw it being taken down from where it stood and
giving warmth to both of us.
Is this the sound of angels-
or another dirge?
I think about the chariots,
wheels within wheels.
Can you hear the flutter of angels' wings?
I hear it.
It propels me forth on my knees
before the throne of the great white
eagle.
The one spoken of in native tribes.
The great ones spoke of him, on the tribal land.
They knew His might. His power in the buffalo,
his sadness in their plight.
"Great and mighty is He. The keeper of our dreams."
They declared their allegiance to Him even as they
walked trails of sadness, tears that led to a new life.
I ask forgiveness for my sins,
of exploitation, even of my friends.
Let me accept all people.
Give me your weary, your tired, your poor.
This sheep has been shorn,
edges trimmed. Candle wick burning
just for Him.
Rip Van Winkle
Did Washington Irving borrow
from other places
for this story of yours?
Did Honi the Circle-Maker
and Karl Katz
influence his choice of you?
Washington knew that
one hundred years or
seventy, was too long for
you to sleep.
Twenty years was your fate.
King George was now begotten by the revolution.
What is the evolution between time-
matters of state, matters of mind?
Was he too lazy
to make his money?
Sleep is anesthetizing,
contagious of sort.
Did you wake up with a
startle or a single thought,
of years wasted and what now
was your lot?
from other places
for this story of yours?
Did Honi the Circle-Maker
and Karl Katz
influence his choice of you?
Washington knew that
one hundred years or
seventy, was too long for
you to sleep.
Twenty years was your fate.
King George was now begotten by the revolution.
What is the evolution between time-
matters of state, matters of mind?
Was he too lazy
to make his money?
Sleep is anesthetizing,
contagious of sort.
Did you wake up with a
startle or a single thought,
of years wasted and what now
was your lot?
Monday, March 10, 2008
Healing
Tears wash away sadness,
heartache of years.
Healing brings forth
tears of joy,
tears of thankfulness,
for God is good.
He always has been.
I just couldn't see it,
feel it, sense this reality.
Why do I cry?
It is because my lover, Jesus
is nearby.
My eyes are on Him.
heartache of years.
Healing brings forth
tears of joy,
tears of thankfulness,
for God is good.
He always has been.
I just couldn't see it,
feel it, sense this reality.
Why do I cry?
It is because my lover, Jesus
is nearby.
My eyes are on Him.
Monday, February 11, 2008
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Crown of thorns and hands of roses
Jesus offers me crowns of thorns.
I see them daily on the cross he bore.
Mary offers me roses in her hands laid bare.
I never met Mary until this past year.
Do you know Jesus came to save me?
The cross he dared to die.
Past sin and transgressions,
and all my lies.
He lets me touch his nail-pierced hands,
he tells me to touch his side.
Fear not, believe...he asks of me,
sweetly bide your time.
For eternity awaits
and Heaven knows your eyes.
They see glory, saints of old,
come near.
The angels write.
Heaven came near tonight.
Jesus sighs.
He knows He has his bride.
With bit and bridle,
she lays down.
Ready to submit to his gentle hand.
The horse and rider are brought down.
Humbled before her God.
Submitted to obedience as much
as she can bear.
Have you ever entered through
the eye of the needle?
For a camel it is not an easy task.
We find an example in the early fathers.
Like Mary who gathers bouquets to her bosom.
The Mother and Father Joseph,
offer to be our parents, too.
Why do we not introduce them to friends
and family and include them as part of
our life? I'm learning how...
Jesus told me about poetic justice.
That He is from above, but came down below
as a newborn to win mankind.
Echoes of darkness, laugh on the side.
Jesus births the Kingdom.
There in some hay,
in a manger lay,
The Revival.
Transforming,
hearts once torn,
to come back to the Lord.
I see them daily on the cross he bore.
Mary offers me roses in her hands laid bare.
I never met Mary until this past year.
Do you know Jesus came to save me?
The cross he dared to die.
Past sin and transgressions,
and all my lies.
He lets me touch his nail-pierced hands,
he tells me to touch his side.
Fear not, believe...he asks of me,
sweetly bide your time.
For eternity awaits
and Heaven knows your eyes.
They see glory, saints of old,
come near.
The angels write.
Heaven came near tonight.
Jesus sighs.
He knows He has his bride.
With bit and bridle,
she lays down.
Ready to submit to his gentle hand.
The horse and rider are brought down.
Humbled before her God.
Submitted to obedience as much
as she can bear.
Have you ever entered through
the eye of the needle?
For a camel it is not an easy task.
We find an example in the early fathers.
Like Mary who gathers bouquets to her bosom.
The Mother and Father Joseph,
offer to be our parents, too.
Why do we not introduce them to friends
and family and include them as part of
our life? I'm learning how...
Jesus told me about poetic justice.
That He is from above, but came down below
as a newborn to win mankind.
Echoes of darkness, laugh on the side.
Jesus births the Kingdom.
There in some hay,
in a manger lay,
The Revival.
Transforming,
hearts once torn,
to come back to the Lord.
Friday, January 25, 2008
Music Box
Music boxes
of nations-
moving time
after time.
The same song.
The same mechanism
for hatred
or love.
Sown in tears.
Sounds from above.
Bombs,
missiles,
grenades,
stand clear-
Jesus enters here.
He is the voice of
the turtledove.
of nations-
moving time
after time.
The same song.
The same mechanism
for hatred
or love.
Sown in tears.
Sounds from above.
Bombs,
missiles,
grenades,
stand clear-
Jesus enters here.
He is the voice of
the turtledove.
Martin Luther King
Men of influence, importance...
Schweitzer- a man
who fed the world
with a banana.
No cookies for His milk.
Do you revere life greater now
that you have had a taste of Heaven?
Martin Luther King,Jr.-
what was the price
you paid for Africa?
Was the mountaintop
the highest you could climb?
Do you see heaven in our eyes?
Within our nations,
may our descendants
better us,
better themselves.
Does the world run its course?
Who grades the paper at the
end of this lesson? Is it
God who marks it with an "A"?
The grade of reverence.
History made today.
Life began with a "Yes."
Schweitzer- a man
who fed the world
with a banana.
No cookies for His milk.
Do you revere life greater now
that you have had a taste of Heaven?
Martin Luther King,Jr.-
what was the price
you paid for Africa?
Was the mountaintop
the highest you could climb?
Do you see heaven in our eyes?
Within our nations,
may our descendants
better us,
better themselves.
Does the world run its course?
Who grades the paper at the
end of this lesson? Is it
God who marks it with an "A"?
The grade of reverence.
History made today.
Life began with a "Yes."
New Orleans
Pecan Pralines, anyone?
New Orleans
it's not just
as it seems.
Poverty, Riches,
classism of type,
learning how
to read and write.
It's music in the making,
a vocabulary of dreams.
Why don't you write
a discourse
on such things,
the thoughts of humankind?
Do you feel left behind,
the season and the time?
For what reason?
Are you waiting to live
or wanting to die?
That is New Orleans.
New Orleans
it's not just
as it seems.
Poverty, Riches,
classism of type,
learning how
to read and write.
It's music in the making,
a vocabulary of dreams.
Why don't you write
a discourse
on such things,
the thoughts of humankind?
Do you feel left behind,
the season and the time?
For what reason?
Are you waiting to live
or wanting to die?
That is New Orleans.
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Red
The world is full of love-
Red for the passion
that killed the bull.
Blue for love
turned cold.
However, if
you get close
to the fire-
His heart
will warm you.
It warms me,
too-
multifold.
Red for the passion
that killed the bull.
Blue for love
turned cold.
However, if
you get close
to the fire-
His heart
will warm you.
It warms me,
too-
multifold.
My Mother's Cocoa
Hot Chocolate, Mexican style-
cinnamon sweet.
What a family treat.
When the marshmallows
in the blue mug
were gone-
I 'd reach out for that red
and yellow box.
What do memories like these serve me?
They serve Santa's cookies on a
wintry day.
The tooth fairy might also visit
you in this land of childhood dreams.
However, lands for grown-ups await me.
I have a lot of preparing to do.
Can you button up my coat and see me off?
cinnamon sweet.
What a family treat.
When the marshmallows
in the blue mug
were gone-
I 'd reach out for that red
and yellow box.
What do memories like these serve me?
They serve Santa's cookies on a
wintry day.
The tooth fairy might also visit
you in this land of childhood dreams.
However, lands for grown-ups await me.
I have a lot of preparing to do.
Can you button up my coat and see me off?
Los Angeles
The story was
of a girl who prayed for years,
fasted weeks on end.
Then returned and found the city
was not her friend.
She weathered the storm
and returned thrice.
Then the heavens,
were opened to her,
and so were her eyes.
She sees glory and the angels
write her story.
Jesus enters on a colt,
will we understand him
when he speaks a word to us?
I will I hope.
Will you?
of a girl who prayed for years,
fasted weeks on end.
Then returned and found the city
was not her friend.
She weathered the storm
and returned thrice.
Then the heavens,
were opened to her,
and so were her eyes.
She sees glory and the angels
write her story.
Jesus enters on a colt,
will we understand him
when he speaks a word to us?
I will I hope.
Will you?
Sweeter than Chocolate
The sufferings of Jesus
are sweeter than chocolate,
and honey, too.
They choose me as Jesus
chooses you.
I have a lot to do and
get intimidated by it's rising.
I want to see into His eyes
and let Him tell me
it's going to be okay.
My landlady knocked on the door,
offering chicken tacos.
It seems like a sign.
At Christmas are there more tamales
waiting? I like the dulce ones.
My sister can make chicken mole-
the chocolate kind.
That is for another day.
Sweet, the Jesus way.
are sweeter than chocolate,
and honey, too.
They choose me as Jesus
chooses you.
I have a lot to do and
get intimidated by it's rising.
I want to see into His eyes
and let Him tell me
it's going to be okay.
My landlady knocked on the door,
offering chicken tacos.
It seems like a sign.
At Christmas are there more tamales
waiting? I like the dulce ones.
My sister can make chicken mole-
the chocolate kind.
That is for another day.
Sweet, the Jesus way.
Prophecy
about the world's end.
Is it just pretend?
Jesus shows us the scars
of His hand
so we will
not doubt
his imminent
return.
Is it just pretend?
Jesus shows us the scars
of His hand
so we will
not doubt
his imminent
return.
Music
Mozart,
Beethoven,
Tchaikovsky.
How will the
world dance to
your song-
if the children
don't learn
the heart of
the man
who created them?
Beethoven,
Tchaikovsky.
How will the
world dance to
your song-
if the children
don't learn
the heart of
the man
who created them?
UN Delegates
Flags of the U.N.
enter in- to covenants
and allies,
enemies turned fierce.
Rather go here.
Why do the nations rage?
Turn the page.
It's Israel's stage.
I will play to win.
This game is afoot,
says God.
enter in- to covenants
and allies,
enemies turned fierce.
Rather go here.
Why do the nations rage?
Turn the page.
It's Israel's stage.
I will play to win.
This game is afoot,
says God.
The Huntington
Koi-
in the pond.
Catfish whiskers,
drowning out the noise,
of the girls and boys.
Overhead, the bridge,
between destiny and downfall.
Stay on track. Don't look back.
Even to play by
feeding the fish
those lunch snacks.
in the pond.
Catfish whiskers,
drowning out the noise,
of the girls and boys.
Overhead, the bridge,
between destiny and downfall.
Stay on track. Don't look back.
Even to play by
feeding the fish
those lunch snacks.
Giraffe
a mobile
dancing in the air-
there will soon be a girl-
to stare at your brown spots.
Don't age,
stay young-
while our
future is bright...
dancing in the air-
there will soon be a girl-
to stare at your brown spots.
Don't age,
stay young-
while our
future is bright...
Space/Spring (Primavera)
Can the Virgin birth enable us to win the crown
or will we slash-burn our chances
that are winding down?
Resurrection life.
Is it for glory-
is it for us?
Realization of our dreams.
Population,
growth, density-
who is the bringer of these things?
Children are a gift from God,
made in His image.
I think it disturbs him
to think they are not wanted.
How will we manage-
co-exist?
Nebula-
can you see us?
The space of our dreams?
We walked on the moon,
some say too soon.
Are there creatures in the night?
Whose space and dreams are light?
Do we need to cover and duck
from that which frightens us from within?
Are we alone on the planet?
Angels, demons, friends?
The allies of earth are incredibly strong.
God watches us and space
is a long journey back to the palm
of His hand.
Can we journey so far that we escape are dreams-
our hope, our purpose, fulfillment of things?
Can we run the race set before us as a springtime
rain refreshing the ground?
Can the Virgin birth enable us to win the crown?
For Heaven is it's worth.
or will we slash-burn our chances
that are winding down?
Resurrection life.
Is it for glory-
is it for us?
Realization of our dreams.
Population,
growth, density-
who is the bringer of these things?
Children are a gift from God,
made in His image.
I think it disturbs him
to think they are not wanted.
How will we manage-
co-exist?
Nebula-
can you see us?
The space of our dreams?
We walked on the moon,
some say too soon.
Are there creatures in the night?
Whose space and dreams are light?
Do we need to cover and duck
from that which frightens us from within?
Are we alone on the planet?
Angels, demons, friends?
The allies of earth are incredibly strong.
God watches us and space
is a long journey back to the palm
of His hand.
Can we journey so far that we escape are dreams-
our hope, our purpose, fulfillment of things?
Can we run the race set before us as a springtime
rain refreshing the ground?
Can the Virgin birth enable us to win the crown?
For Heaven is it's worth.
Israel
Stand, Israel,
Stand!
If I were a general,
I'd tell you fight.
If I were a chief
I would not flight.
Be a warrior
like Deborah of
The Book.
Don't give in.
Don't give
away land.
Please obey
G-d -
His command.
Stand!
If I were a general,
I'd tell you fight.
If I were a chief
I would not flight.
Be a warrior
like Deborah of
The Book.
Don't give in.
Don't give
away land.
Please obey
G-d -
His command.
FANS
Japanese fans,
gold and silver-
inlaid with shimmer.
Ladies painted
with faces fair.
Rose in the air
for their lover.
Walking passively,
step by step
behind the man
who bought her dinner.
Who bought her beauty?
Was it her mom who told her to dance?
The man who paid for her room?
She wants to break the silence,
but the moment is over too soon.
gold and silver-
inlaid with shimmer.
Ladies painted
with faces fair.
Rose in the air
for their lover.
Walking passively,
step by step
behind the man
who bought her dinner.
Who bought her beauty?
Was it her mom who told her to dance?
The man who paid for her room?
She wants to break the silence,
but the moment is over too soon.
Liberty
Children-
sing ring-around-the-rosie.
Prophets foretold
in ages old,
of a Samuel
generation.
That would lead the nation-
in fierce battle to stand,
at our Lord's command.
Halting sin,
gracing Him,
to be free to reign
in liberty once again.
sing ring-around-the-rosie.
Prophets foretold
in ages old,
of a Samuel
generation.
That would lead the nation-
in fierce battle to stand,
at our Lord's command.
Halting sin,
gracing Him,
to be free to reign
in liberty once again.
Children
Children are
a blessing of the Lord.
Something to be restored.
Jewels and crowns of
a delicate kind.
Something worth to
change your mind.
Abortion is a tragic
fate for those
whose life you take.
Also, a missed opportunity
for the life you bring.
Offer a ring
of covenant to
the Lord thy God.
For He brings
all good things.
a blessing of the Lord.
Something to be restored.
Jewels and crowns of
a delicate kind.
Something worth to
change your mind.
Abortion is a tragic
fate for those
whose life you take.
Also, a missed opportunity
for the life you bring.
Offer a ring
of covenant to
the Lord thy God.
For He brings
all good things.
Lonely
Loneliness-
is like a pool of paint
(circling colors, swirling about).
That angels paint
into a horizon.
Painting each stroke
note by note
singing the praise of
the God
I know.
is like a pool of paint
(circling colors, swirling about).
That angels paint
into a horizon.
Painting each stroke
note by note
singing the praise of
the God
I know.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
TEAM JESUS
Is it our job
to go to the start
and run unhindered
by our unchartered part?
To the line-
that lasts.
Touchdown for Jesus,
what does it mean?
Does it mean we drag down the oppressed
to "live the dream"?
"Am I my Brother's keeper?" asked
Cain when he killed Abel.
Now there is a whole nation without
enough food to put on the table.
Free market economy gone a muck,
has gotten us more than "just stuck."
Millions are crying out in hunger and fear.
Why and how did we get here?
What does Team Jesus
mean?
Are we race cars with sponsors
or disciples with dreams?
Can I make millions and shelter my funds
in offshore shelters or can I serve those
who need my expertise?
How do we spend our talents?
Multiply our lot? By the way, are they
really ours to spend?
If the reaper came tonight, would he call us his friend?
Jesus will you show us how to fight,
past the bullies who oppose us in the night?
Are they the defenders of night?
The illuminati, are they alive and well
or are they paving us on a fast-track to hell...
literally.
Do they keep us from the light and knowledge of
self will?
The cross is a fortune to many,
gold around one's neck.
What comes next?
A prophetess?
A prophet in our
time of duress?
Can we see past discretions and failings
of man? Leaders of economies, failed in public,
openly...sadly of sorts.
Can we ask for those who need to stand?
If they stumble can we pick them up by the hand
in brotherly love?...grace from above- to
try again, my friend.
Try again...my friend.
to go to the start
and run unhindered
by our unchartered part?
To the line-
that lasts.
Touchdown for Jesus,
what does it mean?
Does it mean we drag down the oppressed
to "live the dream"?
"Am I my Brother's keeper?" asked
Cain when he killed Abel.
Now there is a whole nation without
enough food to put on the table.
Free market economy gone a muck,
has gotten us more than "just stuck."
Millions are crying out in hunger and fear.
Why and how did we get here?
What does Team Jesus
mean?
Are we race cars with sponsors
or disciples with dreams?
Can I make millions and shelter my funds
in offshore shelters or can I serve those
who need my expertise?
How do we spend our talents?
Multiply our lot? By the way, are they
really ours to spend?
If the reaper came tonight, would he call us his friend?
Jesus will you show us how to fight,
past the bullies who oppose us in the night?
Are they the defenders of night?
The illuminati, are they alive and well
or are they paving us on a fast-track to hell...
literally.
Do they keep us from the light and knowledge of
self will?
The cross is a fortune to many,
gold around one's neck.
What comes next?
A prophetess?
A prophet in our
time of duress?
Can we see past discretions and failings
of man? Leaders of economies, failed in public,
openly...sadly of sorts.
Can we ask for those who need to stand?
If they stumble can we pick them up by the hand
in brotherly love?...grace from above- to
try again, my friend.
Try again...my friend.
Germany
Land of daughters free.
Major and minor royalty.
Hapsburg dynasty?
Bavaria, what is your fame?
What do you claim?
Is it the Jewess who used
to make gelt fish
and present them on
her silver platters
before the Holocaust?
What is enduring until the end?
Is it the nation of parents who were lost,
parenting parents now birthing hope.
Why do children seem unwanted...
is their value not convenient
or their jewels not given light to reveal
their gleam?
Why do those who suffer, Turks, refugees-
not find hope in wanting something different
from whence they came?
I knew of a man and woman, Marcus and
Rachina were their names.
They came from your shores
and bore much pain. They found God
in the Torah and Talmud, too.
I found God in Jesus.
Dedicated to Hattie Stern.
She came from Germany.
Major and minor royalty.
Hapsburg dynasty?
Bavaria, what is your fame?
What do you claim?
Is it the Jewess who used
to make gelt fish
and present them on
her silver platters
before the Holocaust?
What is enduring until the end?
Is it the nation of parents who were lost,
parenting parents now birthing hope.
Why do children seem unwanted...
is their value not convenient
or their jewels not given light to reveal
their gleam?
Why do those who suffer, Turks, refugees-
not find hope in wanting something different
from whence they came?
I knew of a man and woman, Marcus and
Rachina were their names.
They came from your shores
and bore much pain. They found God
in the Torah and Talmud, too.
I found God in Jesus.
Dedicated to Hattie Stern.
She came from Germany.
Winner-(eschatos)
Merry, Merry, we love God-
is it all sod overlaid with Gold?
The Ancient of Days-
is not so old,
not in the overaged sense.
Since for Him,
time is immortal.
Don't sell your
prize at an auction for
the highest bidder.
Don't let the sign be held up
with your name.
Be set apart.
Don't let games and gaming rule
your heart or your mind.
You are human but still divine.
Slavery comes in many forms
but wait,
fight to be set free.
The prize goes to the one who presses on...
Try for the most you can endure,
suffer the little children to enter
into the promise, to come unto me...
He won.
He is the winner.
By the blood shed on the cross.
Jesus bid on you today-
said you were worth the price
He paid.
I was surprised
that He exercises that right
to show me your value.
Jesus knew the end from the beginning.
He was crowned the victor before time began.
The key to opening heaven is giving him
a chance. I did.
I never want to
go back to where I was,
but each new day
I begin.
Alpha and Omega.
You are time immortal.
The day with you is
a day with my best friend.
is it all sod overlaid with Gold?
The Ancient of Days-
is not so old,
not in the overaged sense.
Since for Him,
time is immortal.
Don't sell your
prize at an auction for
the highest bidder.
Don't let the sign be held up
with your name.
Be set apart.
Don't let games and gaming rule
your heart or your mind.
You are human but still divine.
Slavery comes in many forms
but wait,
fight to be set free.
The prize goes to the one who presses on...
Try for the most you can endure,
suffer the little children to enter
into the promise, to come unto me...
He won.
He is the winner.
By the blood shed on the cross.
Jesus bid on you today-
said you were worth the price
He paid.
I was surprised
that He exercises that right
to show me your value.
Jesus knew the end from the beginning.
He was crowned the victor before time began.
The key to opening heaven is giving him
a chance. I did.
I never want to
go back to where I was,
but each new day
I begin.
Alpha and Omega.
You are time immortal.
The day with you is
a day with my best friend.
Sun-Le Soleil
Birthday cakes overrun
by your time in the sun-
Sadness, laughter,
is it all ever after?
Run, daughter, run,
into the hands of the
one who created you.
by your time in the sun-
Sadness, laughter,
is it all ever after?
Run, daughter, run,
into the hands of the
one who created you.
Merry-go-round
Merry-go-round
feeding me cake
not cut into pieces.
A father who had his own dreams,
echoed in me.
Were you there for me as a child?
It is hard to recall.
Will I be there for my children?
That is my greatest wish for all.
Horses, seals, carriages pass-
on this merry-go-round of life.
I let them go and sometimes I cry
as I wave to them "goodbye".
I wait for my Lord to create a ride
that I cannot pass by.
I think He has. My eyes stay on him.
They are not growing dim as I wait
for my love to enter in.
I sing to my Lord-
a song for Him.
A birthday wish for Jesus.
feeding me cake
not cut into pieces.
A father who had his own dreams,
echoed in me.
Were you there for me as a child?
It is hard to recall.
Will I be there for my children?
That is my greatest wish for all.
Horses, seals, carriages pass-
on this merry-go-round of life.
I let them go and sometimes I cry
as I wave to them "goodbye".
I wait for my Lord to create a ride
that I cannot pass by.
I think He has. My eyes stay on him.
They are not growing dim as I wait
for my love to enter in.
I sing to my Lord-
a song for Him.
A birthday wish for Jesus.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Flag
Red, White and Blue-
Who do you serve?
Who will you go to?
The French have Blue, White and Red too-
but they are not you.
Divided we fall...
may we stand
in unity before,
Heaven's hand
will allow
the fall of
man.
Who do you serve?
Who will you go to?
The French have Blue, White and Red too-
but they are not you.
Divided we fall...
may we stand
in unity before,
Heaven's hand
will allow
the fall of
man.
Questions
Questions-spurning us on forward.
Toward degrees.
Masterpieces.
Does Jesus weep-
to sit at our feet?
Hold us close,
wipe every tear from our eye.
Telling us why not die
in order to live?
The struggle is to recall
those ancient past-
who put us on the path of sin
and murkiness.
The great divorce-
has run its course,
of life and death
and half a breadth.
What about the rest?
Choose life,
this day not die,
forgive.
This day to live.
The ancients stand
and rend a verdict.
Enter in.
Toward degrees.
Masterpieces.
Does Jesus weep-
to sit at our feet?
Hold us close,
wipe every tear from our eye.
Telling us why not die
in order to live?
The struggle is to recall
those ancient past-
who put us on the path of sin
and murkiness.
The great divorce-
has run its course,
of life and death
and half a breadth.
What about the rest?
Choose life,
this day not die,
forgive.
This day to live.
The ancients stand
and rend a verdict.
Enter in.
Dad
My dad whistled the other day.
Said he found a new rhyme.
One can only tell with time.
The King.
The beggar on the street.
Nestled at the feet
of him who reigns.
Said he found a new rhyme.
One can only tell with time.
The King.
The beggar on the street.
Nestled at the feet
of him who reigns.
Monday, January 21, 2008
Maria Rosa
Maria Rosa beckoned me in Spanish-
asking me where I was going.
She helped me find the answer.
As she talked with her neighbors
on the seats in front of her-
I understood her warmth, her caring.
I was so excited
to be on the bus with these women
from Mexico or somewhere else.
She made me smile, laugh at why
I doubt being Mexican is a part of me.
I found one.
One place where I was going.
Closer to home.
by Gisella Perezarce
asking me where I was going.
She helped me find the answer.
As she talked with her neighbors
on the seats in front of her-
I understood her warmth, her caring.
I was so excited
to be on the bus with these women
from Mexico or somewhere else.
She made me smile, laugh at why
I doubt being Mexican is a part of me.
I found one.
One place where I was going.
Closer to home.
by Gisella Perezarce
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Barack, Jesus, Donkey, or Elephante?
Is it to be-
Barack Obama?
Is it something inside of me-
that causes me to see?
Past, present, distant...
like mountains far away
come near.
The Ear of God inclines
to hear our choice-
Jesus for President!
Who will choose him?
Is it our generation
that will enter in?
by Gisella Perezarce
I have thought a lot about this.
Barack Obama?
Is it something inside of me-
that causes me to see?
Past, present, distant...
like mountains far away
come near.
The Ear of God inclines
to hear our choice-
Jesus for President!
Who will choose him?
Is it our generation
that will enter in?
by Gisella Perezarce
I have thought a lot about this.
Friday, January 18, 2008
Sinaloa
I wrote a poem about a week ago. I was inspired by a poetry site.
I was writing the poem- inspired by the understanding that came to me.
Later, I submitted it to a poetry forum online/blog about poets of Sinaloa.
They published the English version on their site, much to my surprise and pleasure.
I was writing the poem- inspired by the understanding that came to me.
Later, I submitted it to a poetry forum online/blog about poets of Sinaloa.
They published the English version on their site, much to my surprise and pleasure.
Un poema en honor de my bisabuelo Enrique perez arce y mi abuelita laura aram.
SINALOA
QUE TIERRA DE COLIBRIS
QUIEN CONOCE TU GLORIA SECRETA
QUIEN HA CANTADO TU AMOR APASIONADO
QUIZAS LOS ANGELES EN MURMUROS ENSOMBRADOS
QUIZAS LAS PALOMITAS ETERNAMENTE ENAMORADAS
SABES QUE YO TE HE ESCUCHADO
QUE TE ESTOY ESCUCHANDO
CREYENDO EN TI CON CIEGA FE
ME ACERCO
LLEVAME POR LA MANO
A MI CON MI ABUELITA
DENTRO DE TU PARAISO
[ENRIQUE RENALDO’S LOOSE TRANSLATION OF A POEM WRITTEN BY HIS DAUGHTER GISELLA PEREZARCE]:
Sinaloa
A land of hummingbirds
Who has heard of your greatness?
Who has told of your love?
Is it the voice of Angels=
The voice of the turtledove?
I have heard-
Am hearing.
Believing.
Understood.
I am coming.
Take my hand.
My grandmother and I
Into your promised land.
01-11-08.
I miss Mexico. I've never been, really been.
I've been to the border towns of Mexicali, fell in love with the people.
I cried for a homeless boy one night who lived in the bushes and gave him my dinner.
I played ball with the children and sang in their churches.
I also left my heart with a disabled boy who wore diapers and came in an ambulance to the clinic.
I wanted to educate the people about disabilities so the children could be helped, but I never came.
I tried to return, with family, with friends. It didn't happen.
Maybe I can go to Posada in Guadalajara or Mexico City?
A fantasy to be painted by a Mexican painter appeared in my head tonight.
Where did it come from? Where have I been? I've been singing, Joni Mitchell's song about The Gallery
today. Maybe her subject's being painted was transformed into a desire of my own.
If dreams can be caught, can I catch one?
They go passing by so fleetingly and never land for very long.
Joni Mitchell sings in "Songs to aging children come",
"Fear is like a wilderland. Stepping stones or sinking sand."
I've been in fear's wilderland for a decade. I pray this day it becomes a stepping stone
for future land.
Friday, January 11, 2008
Lic. Enrique Perez Arce
My name is Gisella Perezarce. I have been in a state of "lost" and a state of "found" for many years now. A Catholic priest told me he felt lost a lot so I didn't feel so bad.
I am trying to discern my life's calling, purpose, but unsure of a destined track.
I am also very sensitive spiritually-which can help or confuse me at times.
I looked up my great-grandfather tonight on google. He was the director of a school in Sinaloa before becoming a governor later. I really thought about what would make him happy tonight for a long time.
I'll write more later...God Bless.
I am trying to discern my life's calling, purpose, but unsure of a destined track.
I am also very sensitive spiritually-which can help or confuse me at times.
I looked up my great-grandfather tonight on google. He was the director of a school in Sinaloa before becoming a governor later. I really thought about what would make him happy tonight for a long time.
I'll write more later...God Bless.
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