Meu
Pai, a vós me abandono: fazei
de mim o que quiserdes! O
que de mim fizerdes, eu
vos agradeço. Estou
pronto para tudo, aceito tudo, contanto
que a vossa vontade se
faça em mim em
todas as vossas criaturas. Não
quero outra coisa, meu Deus. Entrego
minha vida em vossas mãos, eu
vo-la dou, meu Deus. Com
todo o amor do meu coração, porque
eu vos amo. E
porque é para mim uma
necessidade de amor dar-me, entregar-me
em vossas mãos sem
medida, com infinita confiança porque
sois meu Pai. (Carlos de
Foucauld)
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
