Tác giả: José M.R. Olaizola
That my ear may be
attentive to your whisper.
That the noise of the day
may not cover your voice.
That I may find you,
and recognize you,
and follow you.
That your light may shine in my life.
That my hands may be open to give and to protect.
That my heart may be moved
by every man and woman who suffers.
That I may find the right place in your world.
That my life may not be sterile.
That I may leave a warm memory in the people I meet.
That I may speak peace, imagine peace, build peace.
That I may love, even when it hurts.
That I may perceive in the horizon the signs of your work.
attentive to your whisper.
That the noise of the day
may not cover your voice.
That I may find you,
and recognize you,
and follow you.
That your light may shine in my life.
That my hands may be open to give and to protect.
That my heart may be moved
by every man and woman who suffers.
That I may find the right place in your world.
That my life may not be sterile.
That I may leave a warm memory in the people I meet.
That I may speak peace, imagine peace, build peace.
That I may love, even when it hurts.
That I may perceive in the horizon the signs of your work.