A Spanish translation based on Psalm 23 I ended my flight

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A Spanish translation based on Psalm 23

I ended my flight, exhausted in a forest of cactus, fell on my
knees and the sun pushed me into the ground.

There I remained quivering, covered by grime and dry blood,
waiting for death to sooth my pain.

My Savior came walking calmly, leading His flock of white
sheep. He was dressed white linen that the desert dust could not
taint and wore golden sandals on His feet. Happily He was going
by but I was not strong enough even to call for His help.

He did not need my strength; He discovered me between the spines,
knelt by my side and took me in His arms. Maybe I looked like a
child to my Savior, but He carried me sweetly, like a sick lamb.

A minute later the Lord had taken me to a meadow and with love
let me rest on the grass. Then He threw His rod and where it
fell clear water started to spring, soon becoming a celestial
lagoon, but my dry lips could not even thank Him.

My Savior disrobed me of my ragged tunic, in His arms took me
to the water and on its surface let me lie. Seven hours I floated on
the calm waters, neither hot nor cold, without angst or toil.

Then my Lord dressed me in white linen, anointed my feet and
carried me again but, this time, my arms were strong enough to
enclose His neck.

We walked for days by gentle ways, in the shadow of oaks and
orange trees but my Savior never tired of my weight.

Later a chilling wind blew stripping the forest, making leaves
dance in blasphemous spirals. Hyenas surrounded us, birds flew
away and the sun stopped shining. I looked at my Lord, His eyes
were calmed and I knew nothing wrong would happen to me.

Finally, light returned and the demons quieted. I noticed a
palace ahead. My Savior let my bare feet kiss the ground and, lead
by His hand I started walking.

"Let's celebrated a feast, prepare a banquet because I have
recovered my lost boy", said my Abba to the doorkeeper.

Crying I entered in the New Jerusalem, my feet treaded on petals and
finally I arrived at my home where in the love of God I shall remain for ever.

Miguel de Luis
Grand Canary Islands
Dec 16, 2004