My pencil in the hand of God
My pencil has two ends,
One to write, the other to erase.
In front of my eyes,
A silent white page,
Without a word lies.
Sometimes, along life’s journey
One has to ponder about the rest of the way.
Both ends of my pencil are well worn,
The hard one can spin many a tale,
The soft one prefers to forget.
They are opposite but friends.
The red one erases the debts of the past
Relying on the black one
for a future that will last.
The end at the back warns the front one,
“Be careful my friend, from now on,
Because my life is shorter than yours.
What will you do with your errors past,
When my life is over? When I am gone,
You will have to live with them at last”.
Oh, my God, my eraser is temporal,
But yours, Heavenly Father is eternal.
Thank you, for in your mercy, you forgive me.
With your love and truth, you protect my life.
Teach me to number my days aright
That I may gain a heart of wisdom.
One that is tender and loving like yours.
With your divine hand guide what is left of my pencil,
Writing on this blank page,
What has been written from time immemorial,
According to your eternal plan
And your perfect will.
Then I will not have to erase any more
So many painful moments off my memory.
From now on, I want to use
What’s left of my pencil to write
What you will accomplish on this white page,
Your real and marvelous wonders.
I will no longer follow my empty dreams,
Neither will I build castles in Spain.
I will live in your present reality, even with pain,
Passed in your presence and at your service,
With the hope of what the future brings.
August 29 2004