Dicen… (They Say)

The following poem (In Spanish) was written by my good friend Pastor Angel Nava from La Paz, Mexico, written during times of seeking the Lord as his world was rocked and shaken by Jesus. It is the result of deep internal struggles between truth and his experience, theology and presence, where in the midst of desperation, in his own words…..”hasta poeta me volvi” (I even became a poet). I have translated the poem into English at the end so that you can get an idea of what was turning within him. It is good!  These same words have turned often within me, indeed, they are still turning…..

Dicen…

Por Ángel Nava
La Paz, México, Junio de 2004

Dicen… que cuando hablas uno puede oír tu voz.
Dicen… que puede verse el trono de tu majestad.
Dicen… que aún el peso de tu gloria se puede sentir,
           que en tu presencia es posible habitar.

Dicen… que una oración puede extenderse y no acabar.
Dicen… que no se siente el tiempo al pasar.
Dicen… que en lo secreto Tú nos quieres revelar
           las cosas más profundas de tu corazón.

Dicen… que el tercer cielo es posible alcanzar.
Dicen… que ahí se puede admirar lo celestial.
Dicen… que lo inefable es posible escuchar,
           que al regresar ya nada vuelve a ser igual.

No quiero más oír lo que otros dicen,
porque escucharlo atormenta mi corazón.

Es mi dolor, es mi ruego y mi oración:
Señor, quiero poder decirlo ahora yo.

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They say…

They say… that when you speak one can hear your voice
They say…that one can see the throne of your majesty
They say…that even the weight of your glory can be felt
               that it is possible to live in your presence

They say… that prayer can be extended so that it does not end
They say…that one does not even feel the passage of time
They say…that in that secret place you want to reveal,
               the deepest things of your heart

They say…that one can reach the third heaven
They say…that from there one can admire the heavenlies
They say…that one can hear the unspeakable,
               that when you come back, nothing can ever be the same again

I do not want to hear any more the things that others say,
because hearing them torments my heart.

It is my pain, my cry and my prayer:
Lord, I want to be able to say so myself

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