A prayer to the Father who never leaves us, from Mexico (two languages)

Ruhama Pedroza, of Mexico, published this heartfelt prayer through the kindness of Red Crearte and gave me permission to ask Lucy Berrios Taveras for a translation. This is an incredible gift. Please share it further as you know people whose lives it will touch.

“Dear Maren, after a long time of pain God has gave me peace and comfort, and I wrote this as a testimony of his work of healing on me. Is my desire to share this comfort with other women in pain. Please, help me to accomplish this work. RUHAMA PEDROZA”

I knew you were with me
In the darkest moment of my life
Clutching my hand, so I wouldn’t be afraid.
Yes, I knew.

I listened to the sound of your sweet words,
Of those life-giving words,
Even amid the obscene presence of death
You spoke tenderly into my ears,
And although I cried
I knew.

I couldn’t see you because tears blurred my sight
I couldn’t feel you,
Because the pain in my uterus consumed me …
But, I knew.

You were there, weeping with me the over the death of my son
Your son,
Our son.
The little one you met and loved from day one
But could not be,
Because in this life,
That is how death is.

There you were, Abba
You never left, even when you were no longer wanted …
You stayed silent,
You knew my thoughts were shredded into pieces
I wouldn’t have understood …
Not because you had nothing to say,
But because it was time to mourn.
I knew.

You received my son with open hands
Your heart cherished his breath.
You were with me in the operating room
Because my life was still worth the fight
There with me,
For my life.
Because you love my smiles,
And you love when I sing you lullabies,

Dear Abba,
You love me, you love my life.
Yes, I knew
I knew.

This is dedicated to all women who like me, lost a child …
but gained a Father.

Yo sabía que estaba conmigo

Yo sabía que estabas conmigo
En el momento más oscuro de toda mi vida
Aferrando mi mano, para que no tuviera miedo.
Sí, lo sabía.

Escuchaba el rumor de tus palabras tiernas,
De esas palabras dadoras de vida,
Aún en medio de la obscena presencia de la muerte
Hablaste con ternura a mis oídos,
Y aunque lloraba lo sabía.
No pude verte, porque las lágrimas nublaron mi vista
Y tampoco sentirte,
Porque el dolor de mi vientre me consumía…
Pero lo sabía.

Estabas ahí, llorando conmigo la muerte de mi hijo
Tu hijo,
Nuestro hijo.
Del pequeño que conociste y amaste desde el primer día
Y que no pudo ser,
Porque en esta vida,
Así es la muerte.

Ahí estabas, Abba
Nunca te fuiste, ni cuando te dije que ya no te quería…
Te quedaste en silencio,
Porque mi mente de polvo hecha trizas
No hubiera entendido…
Y no porque no tuvieras nada qué decir,
Sino porque era tiempo de llorar.
Yo sabía.

Tus manos recibieron a mi niño.
Tu corazón atesoró su aliento.
Y luego te fuiste conmigo al quirófano
Porque todavía valía la pena que lucharas por mí
Conmigo,
Por mi vida.
Porque te gustan mis sonrisas
Y te gusta que te cante arrullos,

Querido Abba,
Te gusto yo, te gusta mi vida.
Sí, lo sabía
Yo sabía.

Ruhama Pedroza 9/junio/2014
Dedicado a todas las mujeres que como yo, perdieron un hijo…
pero ganaron un Padre.

 

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