Monday, September 10, 2007

Patria, te derramas en ternura



A pesar del tiempo que separa
Los hechos de las fabricaciones de mi memoria,
Sigue avanzando con pasos agigantados,
La suave Patria cuyo recuerdo
Aún me eriza la piel.

Vivo en una tierra ajena
Y a la vez conocida,
Entre palmeras importadas
Y xerófitas nativas.

Vivo recordándote, Patria,
México de plazas, iglesias y maíz calientito
Comprado a alguien
De mi misma complexión,
De mi misma lengua.




Este país entiende de inmigrantes,
Me ha abierto las puertas pero no el corazón
Y yo te sueño Patria, mientras lucho por ser mejor.

Mi corazón se deshace en sonrisas
Al pensar en tu población indígena de voz de cenzontle
Y tu población mestiza, color de miel, sangre multisabor.

No me he ido Patria, me encuentro lejos de ti,
Pero vives en mi piel,
En mi lengua melodiosa, poética,
En la sangre de fuego que me recorre las venas.

Patria, México de chile y canto,
No me he alejado nunca. Tú vives en mí.

Y desde esta tierra de leche y miel
Te canto, Patria de tortilla y talavera,
Patria de mangos, mercados y micros.

Explotas en humanidad, Patria,
En ternura que se derrama
Y se agazapa en un sobre del
Hijo que anhela a su madre desde
Los campos de California,
La fábrica en Chicago,
El restaurante en Nueva York…

Te construimos Patria, día a día
Te iluminamos en la fatiga del día
Cuando cansados sacamos la guitarra
Para oírte en sus seis voces mestizas…

Te sembramos en la labor,
Te cosechamos a plena luz,
Viajas con nosotros en los ferrocarriles,
En los freeways,
Vas a donde vamos.

México, Madre
Patria de hombre y mujer trabajadores,
Polifonía de montañas, desiertos y bosques,
Escándalo de belleza transverberada
De selvas, mares, volcanes y ríos.

México, Patria para siempre.
Desde nuestra lejanía seguiremos amándote,
Construyéndote, enorgulleciéndote.

No nos fuimos Patria,
Tan solo extendimos tu corazón.

09 de septiembre del 2007

Thursday, September 06, 2007

A bit more of my vocation story


Check out another website that has a little bit more about my story..You can also check out the story of Sister Theresa and Sister Rosa María.
Praised be the Incarnate Word!


Wednesday, September 05, 2007

A little sad...

I have been thinking for a long time about the gospel of August 27, “Woe to you who lock the Kingdom of Heaven before others!” Maybe because of some comments I have heard about whether or not we are orthodox, traditional, liberal and such. I say, why do we have need to label ourselves as if everything in life was black and white?

These days we hear so much on the news about the “new trend” (I don’t like that, how can vocations be a trend?) of people entering communities. And then we hear the comments, “oh, it’s because they are more orthodox” and then we hear, “and for sure those liberal communities will die out.” It is true that in some communities we have a lot more elderly Sisters and when I think of my own nunnies I see vibrant women who have given their all to God and who continue to do so and to be fountains of wisdom, always ready to listen, always ready to dance, always ready to live! And so, those comments hurt me very much. Who are we to think that communities are less of a community because of the age of the Sisters, or to think that my nunnies are “unfaithful” because they do not wear a habit? If only we knew how holy these women are….

I want to say that as outsiders, we really do not know what goes inside a community, and we really can not read hearts. So, that’s plain judgments and God hasn’t died and left us in charge, so, really, we do not know.

We need to remember that Jesus hung out with the sinners, the lepers, the demoniacs, the undesirables of society. Remember his phrase, “the one who is free of sin may cast the first stone”? Why, why, why do we have to label, to judge, to waste time in negativity? Who does it help? How does it make us holier? Jesus condemned the Pharisees who pointed their finger at Jesus and his friends. Jesus said: “Sabbath was made for men and not men for Sabbath.”

Another thought that comes to me is that of our wanting people to have our own experience of God. Growing up between two worlds, that of Anglos and Mexicans, I always felt insecure. At the mall, not knowing English, I would not let go of my daddy’s hand for the life of me (my dad could speak English.) When eventually I entered the world of Mexican-Americans, I so felt at home. My experience of God resonated with them. I wasn’t expected to bow down before the distant Jesus, way up behind the altar, with blond hair and blue eyes, with the Castilian accent (“El Señor esté con vosotros, y con vuestro espíritu.) Instead, Jesus became brown and spoke Mexican Spanish and I could sing to Him with my guitar. And when I think of how many immigrants are probably finding themselves in the same situation, my heart breaks.

We need to let people relate to God from their own experience. We need to let communities be who they are. We need to let God be God and leave the judgments to Him. Today’s Gospel says: “To the other towns also I must proclaim the good news of the Kingdom of God, because for this purpose I have been sent.” Let us remember that the sun comes out for everybody, let us not lock the Kingdom of Heaven, because as my grandmother always said, “God will hold you accountable.”

Our community has gone through almost extinction at the French revolution, Mexican Revolution, religious persecution, terrible hurricanes that have wiped our convents, fires which have reduced out convents to nothing, floods, disease, death, and yet, it is God’s will that we continue to adore the Incarnate Word and to proclaim the Mystery of His Incarnation.

Let us continue to love God and to let others love God.

Praised be the Incarnate Word!