Ven por mi

I must cross the street that your mystery provokes in me
to board the ship that transports me to your time
I want to reach the center of your divine message
I must cross the street for the encounter to happen.

Fill me with your brightness, the sun in my land is not enough
from every drop of water from the spring you hold
I don't want to be a weathervane moved only by the winds
if I can be the air that goes from the sea to the mountains.

Oh, master. I'm going so slowly
if the fire of your words burned in me
like sparks that nothing extinguishes
there would be no walls of lament
if being is worth more than feeling.

By delaying the appointment, I haven't missed getting to know you
I deposited my silly dreams, eternal dreams, on the earth
a black stowaway traveling in such white clouds
they don't make me different but indifferent to God.

What will the birds seek if I don't imagine what their flight is
I will tread on the grapes and give wine to my people
if beyond the angel you placed behind me
my soul would be nothing without your tireless vigil.