A great Marvelous

Una gran maravilla que esextraño en la boca que no sabe,¿Cómo la punta del cuchillo y la mano derecha,El pensamiento de un hombre, y su espada con ella,me ha marcado con habilidad, valentía que yo podríaEntonces, entregar un mensaje a tien presencia de nosotros dos solos,que otros hombres nuestra conversaciónno puede hacer que sea más ampliamente conocida.

Fuerza le llevófuera de la tierra. Ahora os ha mandado mevivamente que te insto a navegar por el marCuando hayas oído en la cima de la colinallamada El cuco triste en la madera.Entonces ningún hombre vivo te guardarépor el viaje, o entorpecer tu marcha.dirigirse a ti el mar, la casa de la Muda,te asiento en el barco, que hacia el sur desde aquíMás allá de la carretera al mar puedas encontrar al hombre¿Dónde esperas tu príncipe en la esperanza de ti.

Was the blue sky blotted.

Then with blood-clots was the blue sky blotted;Then the resounding ocean, that road of seamen,Threatened bloody horror, till by Moses' handThe great Lord of Fate freed the mad waters.Wide the sea drove, swept with its death-grip,Foamed all the deluge, the doomed ones yielded,Seas fell on that track, all the sky was troubled,Fell those steadfast ramparts, down crashed the floods.Melted were these sea-towers, when the mighty One,Lord of Heaven's realm, smote with holy handThese heroes strong as pines, that people proud....The yawning sea was mad,Up it drew, down swirled; dread stood about them,Forth welled the sea-wounds. On those war-troops fell,As from the heaven high, that handiwork of God.Thus swept He down the sea-wall, foamy-billowed,The sea that never shelters, struck by His ancient sword,Till, by its dint^[B] of death, slept the doughty ones;An army of sinners, fast surrounded there,The sea-pale, sodden warriors their souls up-yieldedThen the dark upsweltering, of haughty waves the greatest,Over them spread; all the host sank deep.And thus were drowned the doughtiest of Egypt,Pharaoh with his folk. That foe to God,Full soon he saw, yea, e'en as he sank,That mightier than he was the Master of the waters,With His death-grip, determined to end the battle,Angered and awful.

O God of all Created.

O God of all created, I pray my prayer to Thee!O Spirit of Comfort! O Son Almighty! I bow my knee,For Thy mercy to me who need Thee, most glorious Trinity!Now is my heart waxed hot, exceeding hot in me,And my soul afflicted sore, and sorrowful grievously.Give victory, Prince of Heaven, to me, and steadfast faith,That so with this sword I slay this dealer of wrong and death.O, grant me Thy salvation, most mighty Folk-prince, Thou,For ne'er have I needed Thy mercy with greater need than now.Avenge, O mighty Lord, the thing whereof I wot,Which is anger in my soul, and in my breast burns hot.Then the Judge most high He gave her the courage she prayed Him for,As yet to each He giveth, who seeketh Him, as of yore,With faith and understanding, his help for evermore.

The May Magnificat by Gerard Manley Hopkins May is Mary’s month, and I Muse at that and wonder why :        Her feasts follow reason,        Dated due to season—   Candlemas, Lady Day ; But the Lady Month, May,        Why fasten that upon her,        With a feasting in her honour ?   Is it only its being brighter Than the most are must delight her ?        Is it opportunist        And flowers finds soonest ?   Ask of her, the mighty mother : Her reply puts this other        Question : What is Spring?—        Growth in every thing—   Flesh and fleece, fur and feather, Grass and greenworld all together ;        Star-eyed strawberry-breasted        Throstle above her nested   Cluster of bugle blue eggs thin Forms and warms the life within ;        And bird and blossom swell        In sod or sheath or shell.   All things rising, all things sizing Mary sees, sympathizing        With that world of good        Nature’s motherhood.   Their magnifying of each its kind With delight calls to mind        How she did in her stored        Magnify the Lord.   Well but there was more than this : Spring’s universal bliss        Much, had much to say        To offering Mary May.   When drop-of-blood-and-foam-dapple Bloom lights the orchard-apple        And thicket and thorp are merry        With silver-surfèd cherry   And azuring-over greybell makes Wood banks and brakes wash wet like lakes        And magic cuckoocall        Caps, clears, and clinches all—   This ecstasy all through mothering earth Tells Mary her mirth till Christ’s birth        To remember and exultation        In God who was her salvation.	Visit the  PG Bookshop

The Weakness

We might not
see the weakness
of other people,
but actually, we do



Why not see our
weaknesses
in spite of see
the others





Jesús help me
to help my neibourghs
insted of critisis them
Mary you help me too
to be good with the others. Amen





Adrián Prunotto.

The Trust

We must Trust
in God,but
extremely Trust


God Acts
continuesly
between us



If we don´t
believe in this
we aren´t Christians



Also we must
trust in our neighbours
because we create
a community of love


We must trust in
ourserves too,
because we got
inside us
the Holy Spirit
and He shows in
the community.




Adrián Prunotto

The Chastity

Iám Chast
for make an Grace
of Our Lord Jesus



I invites you
to do the same thing
and you shall be
the rain of Graces
over you



When we entered
in the things of God
We entered in another world




A world of Purity
humble, and over all
Love
Let´s try it´s cost
nothing. Amen.





ADRIÁN PRUNOTTO