Regalo

Left foot

Hide me Lord in the wound
of your left foot,
which is never seen,
and however bleeds.

Sorry to bother this
sore spot of your very soul,
but I find not better place
for my little voice.

I will clean your wound
with the sweetest tears
of my contrite heart.

And if not enough,
I will keep trying
to make your left foot
the least painful of your wounds.

A Present

I cannot offer you purity, nor grace,
I present to you the best of me,
not my eyes, not my voice,
not my arms, nor my mind.

I give the one and only thing...,
the love you gave me,
that sad afternoon
in the Calvary.

Receive my Lord,
this crazy, little love,
that is nothing but half
grain of sand, a piece of straw and
tear drop.

Mercy

Sweet Jesus who waits for me,
between sweat and blood,
your kind eye is looking for me.

Although I hear my name in your lips,
I have erred so much that
my eyes hide from yours,
my ears are covered with my hands
and my grinding teeth do not stop.

My weak eyes have offended you,
my dry tongue has insulted your name,
my useless hands have droped
your heavenly body to the floor.

And even when I have stepped on you,
you do not stop in your love,
I deserve nothing and you give me all,
dear Lord, mercy for this soul.