I am Yours… Soy Tuya… This poem was written in three different moments:
The first part was written on July 2, 1992, in Chile, as I was discerning to renew my vows to religious life in the IHM of the Philadelphia’s branch; I was discerning if it was with them where I could express better who I am in this beautiful vocation.
The second part was written on September 23, 1993, in Peru, during a turning point in my life when I began a long journey searching and discerning God’s will in my life as taking a new direction.
The third part was written on October 31, 2004, while discerning to return to religious life, while sharing with the sisters from the Scranton IHM branch, in my first formal contact with their president. These words speak of the person who I am, and of the Vocation God have given me, and that wishes to be expressed to proclaim at all times God’s love for me. They are at the same time words that describe a Missionary. ALLELUYA! (Probably….To be continued)
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Este poema fue escrito en tres momentos distintos de mi vida.
La primera parte fue escrita el 02 Julio de1992, en Chile, cuando me encontraba rezando previo a renovar mis votos en las IHM de Philadelphia. Discernía si era aquí donde expresaba mejor quien soy yo en esta hermosa vocación.
La segunda fue escrita el 23 de Setiembre de1993, en Perú, durante un tiempo de cambio de rumbo en mi vida cuando empecé a buscar y a discernir la voluntad de Dios en mi vida, de tomar un nuevo rumbo.
La tercera parte fue escrita el 31 de Octubre del 2004, cuando discernía mi regreso a la vida religiosa, cuando compartía con las hermanas del IHM de Scranton, en mi primer contacto formal con la presidenta. Estas palabras hablan de mi persona, y de la Vocación que Dios me ha dado, y que desea ser expresada para proclamar en todo momento el Amor de Dios en mi vida. Y al mismo tiempo son palabras que describen a un Misionero. ¡ALELUYA!(Probablemente continuará)
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Señor…Soy Tuya (DMS 1992, 1993, 2004)
(I) Señor… Soy tu fallita adorada que a remendones va creciendo. Soy tu renglón torcido por donde vas escribiendo. Y voy creciendo por tus palabras, poemas y música, suave y gentil, que va susurrando mi historia, mi cuento, mi tiempo y mi canto.
Señor… Estoy aquí, quebrada al pie de tu altar; ofrenda en palabras… en oraciones… en silencio. Soy astilla picada del madero que cuelga, la mirada y los clavos, los huesos de quienes conocen el hambre en el alma.
Señor… Soy tu plato vacío y tu vaso sin agua, que calmas cuando traigo los brazos abiertos, con humildad y confianza. Soy tu retazo de tela que abriga la vida y aviva y calienta el aire del alma. Dignidad de pobreza que enriquece la suerte de un telar que termina la trama; mantel de tu altar, y lo haces con calma.
Señor… Soy tu estrella en el firmamento, lucero que alumbra e inspira palabras de aliento; confirma presencia del astro, energía de vida; Fuerza de la que voy tomando. Soy gota de agua que fluye en corrientes en busca de mares, en busca de fuentes que bañen, que calmen la sed de un suelo cuarteado, reseco y desierto.
Señor… Soy tu palabra, parte de frase, oración que engrandeces. Soy parte del tiempo, minuto u hora; infinito en tu mente, pensamiento de eternidad. Soy criatura creada que busca la fuente, Que calla… que escucha con suerte el silencio… palabra no hablada.
Señor… soy tu rezo, intento de joven que busca, te busca, encuentra y se embriaga. Soy uva del racimo, De un vino de sangre. Soy grano de espiga dorada de un pan que se rompe en tu altar; Misionero que lleva tu presencia de amante. Soy tu sombra y no el cuerpo, soy instrumento. Soy tuya…
DMS Julio 2, 1992
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Lord… I Am Yours (DMS 1992, 1993, 2004)
(I) Lord… I am your precious flaw Growing slowly as I am mended; I am your bent line On which you are writing. And growing because of your words Poems and music, Soft and gentle, That whisper my history, My time, and my song, my story.
Lord… I am here, broken at the foot of your altar; Gift in words… In prayers… In silence. I am a splinter from the wood that hangs, The glance and nails The bones of those who know Hunger in the soul.
Lord… I am your empty plate And your glass without water, Which you calm When I bring my open arms, With humility and confidence. I am a remnant of a fabric that shelters life And brightens and warms up the soul. Poverty’s dignity Which enriches the luck Of a fabric, and finishes it’s weft; Cloth of your altar Which you do calmly.
Lord… I’m your little star in the firmament, Morning star that enlightens, And inspires words of courage; which Confirms your presence, Energy of life; Energy from which I gather strength. I am a drop of water Which flows in currents in search of seas, In search of fountains which bathe, and drench your forehead; That quenches the thirst Of a cracked, dried and barren land.
Lord... I am your word, part of a phrase, Sentence that you exalt. I am part of time, minute or hour; Infinite in your mind, Thought of eternity. I’m creature createded In search of the fountain, That quiets… That listens with luck silence… Word not spoken.
Lord… I am your prayer, Attempt of youth in search, Searches you. Finds you, and indulges. am grape of a racime, Of a wine of blood. I am grain of a golden spike a bread that breaks on your altar; that brings your presence. I’m your shadow and not the body, I’m instrument. I am yours…
DMS July, 1992
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(II)
Señor … soy ave que surca tu cielo y en este, con alas abiertas volando recorro horizontes ocultos e internos. Y libre en caídas y alturas, abismos y cimas, tenemos encuentros profundos que cargan con fuerza y refuerzan mis ansias de eternidad, y recorro tus mundos. Soy ave en bandada que canta su nota, y avanza formando tus nidos de ramas y hojas… plegarias del hombre que clama; abrigo y cobija, fortaleza de gracia.
Señor… Soy pez que en el agua recorre en corrientes que arrastran con fuerza, que llevan a mares ocultos al ojo, abiertos al alma. Soy sueño que vive en la mente del joven y adulto que luchan y despiertan en brazos que abrazan con fuerza; que llevan tu ayuda, tu gracia, y sostienen y animan, reúnen y alaban la grandeza suprema de un ser que los ama.
Señor… Soy lo que soy… y espero tus dedos, tus formas, tus manos, tu aliento. Soy criatura, soy creación; Soy Tuya…
DMS Setiembre 23, 1993
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(II)
Lord… I am a bird that flies your skies and in them, With open wings flying, I travel through Hidden and interior horizons. And free in fallings, heights, Abyss’, and pinnacles We have profound encounters Which fills with strength And encourage my yearnings for eternity, And I travel your worlds. I am a bird in its flock That sings its note, and advances Forming your nests with branches and leaves… Prayers of a man who clamors; Warmth and shelter, fortress of grace.
Lord… I am fish that in waters travels in currents That drag with strength, And take you to seas hidden to the eye, Opened to the soul. I am the dream that resides in the mind Of the young and the adult, That fight and wake up in arms That embrace with strength; That take your help, your grace, And sustain and encourage, gather and praise The supreme grandeur of a Being that loves them.
Lord… I am what I am… And I wait for your fingers, your forms, Your hands, your breath. I am a creature, I am creation; Lord, I am yours…
DMS September 23, 1993
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(III) Señor… Soy tu mirada en el tiempo, soy tus paisajes del alba en el corazón abierto que entrega su sangre en horas tempranas sus llantos, sonrisas y aliento.
Soy vigilante que clama las voces del alma en busca de encuentros, de amores, de entrega docente que enseña las letras del libro que escribes cuando nos amas.
Soy tu ternura que abraza el pobre que busca riquezas eternas que entregas al hombre humilde y sincero, ofrenda sagrada de un cielo en el alma. Soy tuya.
Soy misionero que da testimonio de un Dios que nos ama y nos cuida, y llevo a tu mundo confines eternos con actos heroicos de entrega. Construye tus muros del reino y senderos que llevan la ruta de tus mandamientos, palabras de un Dios que perdona y confirma el amor de un padre que busca a sus hijos.
Me dejo encontrar en tu espacio y me invaden tus palabras en el silencio …me dejo llevar en tus corrientes … tu aliento me envuelve, me lleno de vida, una vida que entrego, porque ….soy tuya.
Denise Montagne Octubre 31, 2004
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(III) Lord… I am your eyes in time, I am your sight at dawn In an opened heart that gives its blood and at early hours its cries, Laughter and courage.
I am a guard claming the voices of the soul In search of encounters, of lovers, a generous teacher who teaches The letters of the book That you write when you love us.
I am your tenderness that embraces the poor That looks for riches Which you give to the humble and sincere man, Sacred offering of heaven in ones soul. I am yours.
I am a missionary that witnesses a God Who loves us and protect us, And takes to your world, worlds of eternity With heroic acts of gift of self. Builds the walls of your Kingdom And paths that take road of your commandments, Words of God Which forgive and confirm The caring of a father who looks for His sons.
I let myself be found in your space your words invade me in the silence. … I let myself be carried by your currents … your breath involves me, Filling me with life, a life that I give, Because I am yours.
Denise Montagne October 31, 2004
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My Fish and Bread
I give my fish and bread, You bless them and share them Multiplying my gifts in others. Gifts of love to build here on earth God’s Kingdom of Heaven; Selfless gifts that when shared With your wisdom and love Others are fed.
My heart eats from the peaces of bread Shared by others; broken peaces of love To bring life to my soul given. My soul is one in all and we become one In this act of sharing. Miraculous act of God Sacrifice of shared bread at your table. Broken peaces of life shared every time That in your name we gather.
These fish and bread You gave first to me I give back to You in the name of Our Father; Broken peaces of bread and fish Served at your table are shared bringing life, justice, mercy and love To bring us together. Selfless gift of self in the braking of this bread Fulfillment of revealed love Becomes eternity’s meal, banquet where one serves And all serve to our loving Father.
Bread for the body and spirit Strengthens the soul of the gathered. We ask for our daily bread to be nourished.
By Denise Montagne (September 20, 2005)
I had first prayed these words in my sharing with you in Scranton, and wrote a card to the sisters to thank them for their caring during those days of January 3 to January 9. Today as I was teaching the Beatitudes, I felt these words coming To my heart, and I prayed for all who wants to share God’s love. I prayed for our sisters in a very special way. For some reason I feel this poem will say more words… To be continued.
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I Know You Are In Heaven
I close my eyes to dream About your tender love and caring; I hear your voice whisper to my ears The many words of wisdom, I always heard you saying.
I see you next to me with selfless heart Holding my hands for sharing; You are praying at my side the Christian values That helped me become a woman of prayer. I pray at day and night Your presence of love sustains me, As I go now through life remembering The blessings of your caring.
Today once more is time for us Of letting go for gaining Heaven. I’ll learn from this suffering I feel That growth in hope and faith Will bring us once again together. For not being as it used to be, I put my trust in God and learn this New way of sharing; The way we share our days today Is now through our love in prayer.
I thank you for your love I feel in all my being, It brings your energy to me Strengthening with tender caring; The spirit of your presence so alive Will give me life while waiting for the time for us When once again we come together. I leave you with our loving God I know today you are in Heaven.
By Denise Montagne 09/23/05
Written for Sister Mary Jo Gallagher as I was praying, These words are meant to touch her heart. I hope they bring God’s presence to her life. When she remembers her dear mother I hope these words bring beautiful memories to share with her love ones. I had my boys pray with me, their eyes expressed piety, I hope she feels today the love of our dear God and Mother Mary.
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Pensamiento de Ojota y Estera
Pensamiento tejido de paja Camina con paso de ojota; Pensamiento de ojota y estera que por hambre no espera, y se le aborta piedras y más piedras.
Y el milagro no ocurre; pan y peces son recuerdos. al ojo y al gusto, lejanos y ocultos. Banquete en una mesa vacía, se sirve el llanto y se toma el sabor amargo
Mirada perdida, angustia apretada… Se aprietan las manos, los pasos se callan, Las fuerzas…no hay fuerzas. Para el que es pobre aún no ha existido la mesa banquete de aplausos. Y come tierra seca que el viento levanta por falta de agua. Pensamiento de ojota y estera,
Callado en la espera, se pierde en el tiempo que muere por hambre y que por hambre no hay fuerza…. se acalla y se entierra.
Denise Montagne Suero 6 de Julio 1992
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Thought of Straw and Sandals
Thought weaved with straw Walks with the step of a fisherman’s sandals; made out of straw and sandals of hunger can’t wait, And aborts stones and more stones.
The miracle doesn’t take place; Bread and fish are just memories To the eye and taste, far and hidden. In a banquet with an empty table, Tears are served and a bitter drink is drunk.
Lost gaze, tight anguish… The hands get tighten, and the steps get silenced, Strength…there’s no strength. For who is poor there hasn’t yet been A banquet of praise. And eats the dry land that the wind blows For lack of water. Thought made out of straw and sandals.
Quiet in the waiting, gets lost in time that dies for hunger and for hunger there’s no strength… Is silenced and buried.
Denise Montagne July 6, 1992
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