soy el hijo de nueve el ultimo de una familia humilde, modesta…
cuando sali del taller sagrado un ser Divino me recibio con manos abriertas,
soy su encanto hasta este dia, y dia por dia estare y que logre su objetivo en su engendro,
sere feliz, nada ni nadie podra quebrantar ese gozo,
la alegria que siento de servir, y estar a su disposicion,
estira esta vasija y moldea...moldea, te sere algo util por que eres confiable y nada de lo que te propones a fallado.
Tus poesias Divinas ensayan mi arrededor, todo suspira grandeza, todo elojian tu santidad,
nadien como tu ni nada en lo minimo,
me eres un placer envocar tu nombre O’ Jehovah, me energizas y inspiras gran emocion,
me conmueve las largas noches..descanzo arrebatado, medito en tus magnificas obras,
Jehovah eres muy deseable, placentero, me inquietas, me siento a verte conocido largo tiempo atras,
soy ignorante a causa de tu poder, eres autoridad suprema,
quisiera que sellara mis pensamientos y tambien mi boca, no soy digno de acercarme a un Rey soverano eterno en cual soy su propiedad,
como es possible ser hecho a tu semejansa ?
A lo largo de las divisiones en una noche estellada espero tu presencia, se me agita el espiritu y tengo tu audiencia,
por que me tratas con tanta audaz ?
Por que me eres tan fiel ? Acaso me debes algo ?
Dichoso en mi podreza el tener acceso a tus riquezas, en lo escondito de cuatro paredes que tu iluminacion replandesca !
I am the son of nine, the last of a humble, modest family...
When I left the sacred workshop, a Divine being welcomed me with open hands,
I am his charm to this day, and day by day I will be and may He achieve his goal in this birth,
I will be happy, nothing and no one can break that joy,
the joy I feel to serve, and will be at his disposal,
stretch this vessel and mold it... mold it, I will be useful to you because you are trustworthy and nothing you propose has failed.
Your Divine poems rehearse around me, everything sighs greatness, everything praises your holiness,
no one like you or anything in the least,
It is a pleasure for me to invoke your name O' Jehovah, you energize me and inspire great emotion,
I am moved by the long nights... I rest raptly, I meditate on your magnificent works,
Jehovah, you are very desirable, pleasant, you uplift me, I feel having known you for a long time,
I am ignorant because of your power, you are the supreme authority,
I would like you to seal my thoughts and also my mouth, I am not worthy of approaching an eternal sovereign King in which I am his property,
How is it possible to be made in your likeness?
Throughout the divisions on a starry night I wait for your presence, my spirit stirs and I have your audience,
Why do you treat me so boldly?
Why are you so faithful to me?
Do you owe me something?
Blessed is my modesty to have access to your riches, in the hidden place of four walls that your illumination shines!
*taken from "access granted "
Rafael G Gonzalez
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