December 1, 2016

Some will envy
Because of the car
You drive...
Same will envy
Because of the job
You have...
Some will envy
Because of the things
You own...
Some will envy
Because of the way
You carry yourself...
Some will envy
You for being you...
Most envy because
Of the lack of love
They have for themselves...
Their talents and gifts...
Their existence as a child of God...
Losing touch with God
And putting their grasp on materialistic things...
Things that will perish...
When we take our eyes off God
And place them on things
Of this world... we lose everything...
But when we focus on God
And see nothing but the cross...
The arms of our Blessed Mother
The dove which flies to guide us
And listen to the prayers prayed
By the Saints before us...
We have no room to envy...
We have no room to lust...
We have no room to lose,
But win with the heart of God.
Let us be the light
So many seek
Within the darkness
Many are lost within
Through the precious blood
Of Jesus Christ.

Amen

Mark David Grijalva Peres

December 3, 2016

Dear God,

Nothing seems
As it is...
"Being" many times
Feels so alone
Even though 
I do know
You are there
And everywhere...
My mind wanders
Getting torn up
On barb wired fences
Or trampled by the feet
Of those that say they love
Love what?
What they believe is
And should be?
I recall being told as a kid,
One day I would understand
When I became older...
I am older, approaching 42
And still awaiting the keys
To opening the doors
And understand the Y
To the what? The who? The where? and the When?
Until then... I keep walking
Sometimes in circles
I know huh?
What a waste of time
But I often have said this...
"The blind leading the blind"
No one truly has all the answers
But you 
And as the few dollars in my account read:
"In God We Trust"
Oh,  this I must...
Until I turn to dust once again.
Give me strength, give me guidance
Give me joy, give me love
To walk the line
And not in circles
Of my own self demise...
Thank you God,
My sweet Dearest of all.

Mark David Grijalva Peres

December 14, 2012

Undoubtedly awful…
What the news can bring
From actions unforeseen
Selfishness roaming with
Unpredictable results
On a fine peaceful morning
Who does this?
I have asked myself
As others shake their heads
The slaying of the innocent
The crushing of so many hearts
I am frozen in time
As so are many others
And the saddest thing of all is
The ones who must live thereafter
Without the touch of their child
And other loved ones
Without the not knowing
What could have been?
Just what if?

In the hands of the unstable
We have lost little souls
And others who have lived longer
My words are limited
While my brain cannot fathom
Or comprehend at all
That which was lost
In the early AM
Of today
Why? Why? Why?
Must the innocent
Have to die!!!
A touch of peace now
To fill up the hearts
Which were emptied
By the hands of the unstable

My prayers and heart go out
To those left behind

By Mark Grijalva Peres