¿qué significa paz?

Pienso que se dará cuando el colombiano pueda vivir de forma digna, cuando con su trabajo pueda vivir cómodamente, mientras tenga hambre, no tenga sus necesidades básicas cubiertas, va a estar insatisfecho y esto va a traer actos de violencia. La paz no llega solo porque se desmovilice un group, sino cuando este país sea más equitativo con todos.

— Jorge Penagos, presidente de la Junta Comunal de Bolo Azul, vicepresidente de las 54 juntas comunales de Pradera


kyrie eleison


en una finca de café en el Eje Cafetero, Colombia // on a coffee plantation in Eje Cafetero, the coffee growing region of Colombia

imploramos tu piedad o buen Señor
por quien sufre en este mundo.
a una gime toda la creación.

tus oídos se inclinen al clamor
de tu gente oprimida.
¡apura, o Señor, tu salvación!

sea tu paz bendita y hermanada a la justicia
que abrace al mundo entero.
¡ten compasión!

que tu poder sustente el testimonio de tu pueblo,
tu reino venga hoy.
kyrie eleison.


a rough translation:

we beseech your mercy, oh Lord,
for those who suffer in this world.
all of creation groans.

may you incline your ears toward the cry
of your oppressed people.
hurry your salvation, oh Lord!

may your peace, holy and united with justice,
embrace the entire world.
have compassion!

may your power sustain the testimony
of your people.
Lord, have mercy.


i learned this beautiful song during my time in Barranquilla.

haikus for my dad


I love to do I learned from
You, my best teacher.

“Left foot here … now kick.”
Dribbling, passing, shooting with
You, my first coach.

Training wheels off, I
Wobbled as you ran behind
Me, your little girl.

Words you do not waste.
Praise you pass on with purpose.
Hours you do not hoard.

Before bedtime we
Danced with toothbrush in hand and
You, the goofy one.

Peanut butter and
Ham, experimenting with
You, the breakfast champ.

Four-hundred meters
To thirteen miles: Breathe, you told
Me, your little girl.

Words you do not waste.
Praise you pass on with purpose.
Hours you do not hoard.

Snowflakes move with your
Baritone, my fingers on
Keys. The performers.

Tupperware filled with
Berries your eyes found by the
Road. The explorers.

Feet propped up, Pringles
In lap, Shrek and Nemo on
Screen. The young spirits.

Because of you I
love to learn and learn to love.
You, Daddy, yes, you.



finding joy in being real

I CAME ACROSS this poem today in my time with God. It speaks directly to what I was processing yesterday. I think it can be fitting for many people during the holiday season, when the pressure to be happy is at an all-time-high.

Be brave enough to be real.

Be curious about God’s world.

Be fully present to each moment.

Be gentle with yourself and with others.

Be filled with wonder.

And be ready for joy.

This poem is from the December 8th devotional on d365.org.

maya angelou, happy birthday to you

Touched By An Angel

We, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple
and comes into our sight
to liberate us into life.

Love arrives
and in its train come ecstasies
old memories of pleasure
ancient histories of pain.
Yet if we are bold,
love strikes away the chains of fear
from our souls.

We are weaned from our timidity
In the flush of love’s light
we dare be brave
And suddenly we see
that love costs all we are
and will ever be.
Yet it is only love
which sets us free.

Maya Angelou

I rise today with the power of
Your strength to sustain me
Your shield to defend me
Your wisdom to guide me
Your hand to protect me.
You are my source of peace.

I fix my eyes on you.
I trust you.

— from A Denver Book of Prayer