hoy no tengo nada para decir. Today I am a blank canvas.
Pero tienes abundancia en plenitud. What does that even mean? I lack. A mí me faltan cosas que no se pueden decir.
English. Palabras son mis armas. Tu Palabra me apodera y fortalece al mismo tiempo.
I am a jumble, but an open, peaceful, strengthened human mess. One doesn’t just start painting straight to canvas, right? I’m no artist, but I feel as if there is some preparation that goes into it. I feel prepared, at least to am extent. Definitely I remember that frescoes require much basework underneath the paint itself, and improperly prepped works deteriorate several times faster.
I want to be Your Sistine Chapel. I want the lime & the plaster & everything under my outward work to perfect the masterpiece you are creating, and to make it possible for the paint to last for ages. I want everyone to remember Your work.
“Remember who you are: you are a son of the One True King. Remember.”