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.

Fire of the Lord

Light crosses my mind and the dreams
veils are thrown down,
the rivers flow slowly to the sea and
take my memories of the eve.

What dear Father is this fire
that burns in my veins,
this swift wind
that expands my chest,
this little dizziness of
deep happiness,
tumbling around
my soul walls...

Your fire is sweet,
and deep hot chocolate
abysm of peace,
your fire my Lord
is the water in my veins,
the salt in my skin,
the perfect moment
when I see you peaking on me.

Your fire my Lord
 puts a smile in my face,
small wrinkles in my eyes,
an abysm of love in my chest.

Your fire my Lord
is seen your face
with eyes that do not see,
listen to your voice
with ears that don`t hear
is feeling your love
with all my being.

© Irina Cevallos

Run to Him

The morning´s fresh air blows my hair,
the crickets mating ritual sweetens the air,
the clash against the asphalt,
resonates in the early day.

My hearth sings to my Savior,
the air flows with his Holy Spirit,
my heart full of Love, sings to Him
his pumping song.

My eyes devour the breaking of dawn,
the last stars say good bye with
a tinkling eye,
new life, new light, new beginnings,
this, my new day,
is His everlasting love.

Sweating, and aching,
my body reaches beyond muscle,
bone, and blood,
I can fall any time and any moment,
but His presence of love calls me,
and His open arms await for me,
"run to His feet, run to His cross"
my soul cries from below.

Nothing can stop my beating heart,
nothing can stop my running to Him.

Sweet Harmony

My body stretches and reaches the further corners of my being,

the light that burns lightly and calmed, starts to shine,

a huge smile dresses me  beautifully,

and a little tug in my heart tells me Father, you love me so.

I breath in the warm smell of your angels perched in my bed board,

they laugh remembering all the crazy things I did in sleep,

but they are happy to look after me and keeping me in line.

I remember your kind words, 

that are not be heard but to be felt.

I love you so.. I love you so..

The morning birds call me, my cats are meowing,

and my foremost thought goes to you and our morning ritual.

You wait for me with a beautiful night cape and I see

you as my King, my Rock, my Savior.

We talk and laugh, I cry and smile, and after our morning run

I have prayed, quitted my mind and connect to You, my Sweet Harmony.