Through Her Love to You, O Lord

Through Her Love, to You, O Lord.

I thank You, O Lord for giving me Your Mother.

Through Her Love, to You, O Lord.

For it is She who since my birth

Has preserved me, and has now presented me to You.

I lived my life carefree

As if I had no problems.

While internally it kept piling up

Under the blanket of a false self-image.

It is during the Intensive Journal

That I came to the realization of MY TRUE SELF,

Which the unconscious self had hidden

And prepared itself for an opportune time.

All the events, the many persons I met;

All have affected me in many ways

Which until this time

I could neither feel, experience nor see clearly.

It is when, that I began to dig my well

That I clearly understood how a caterpillar becomes a butterfly.

It is then, I started to face much of my problems

Which because of my ignorance and carelessness, were left unsolved.

It was the time, when I was engulfed in darkness,

When I was in the dirty muck of my well,

When I could find no one to help and support me,

That was the time then I had to face my        true self

He was dirty, ego-centric and wholly success-oriented.

He laughed at me and pointed me out

Saying, “WHO and WHAT you are is because of ME.

Come, come and make obeisance to me.”

What he said was truly right.

What I am is because of him.

Then from nowhere, a ray of light flickered

Maybe through him or from behind him.

I gathered strength and blurted out:

“It is because of you that fear entered me,

The fear of not to succeed.

Scared of relationships, you have made me a lone man,

And hid my talents just with the fear of failing.”

“I don’t like you.

I don’t want you.

I don’t need you.

I can stand on my own feet.”

Hearing all these that I said,

He felt a rage of resentment.

But what could he do,

He was not me and I was not him.

Knowing that nothing can be done,

In all his ego and narcisstic attitude,

He blew up, he exploded

And thus he destroyed himself.

Now I was hurt, I was left alone,

In a dazed mood, I looked around

And what I saw was to change my whole life;

It was the beginning of the never end.

I saw Jesus with open arms.

I cried out and ran to him.

I embraced him as a long-lost lover

And asked him, “Where were You, O Lord?”

He just looked at me,

He patted me on the back and

Said, “Well done, my faithful friend.

I wanted you to fight yourself and

Come out as a liberated man.”

“I know what you want to know.

I was with you all the time,

I waited for you to make an effort

And you played your part very well.”

I asked him about that ray of hope

Without which possibly I would have been stuck up with him.

“That ray of hope which you saw, my friend,” He said,

“Was my Mother, your Mother.”

 “How could you miss Her, Nelson?” He asked.

“She was the one who helped you play your crucial part.

Without Her, you wouldn’t have been able to come out.

Without Her, you wouldn’t be here.”

I looked at her, so magnificently dressed,

A smiling face, radiant with light.

“Thank you,” I said, “My dear Mother.

And lead me always to Your Son.”

And so in every moment, may my actions proclaim

“Through Her LOVE, to you, O’ Lord.”