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.
