Condolence From: Janet Hill
Condolence: To the family of Martin Romero,
I am sorry for your loss of Martin and also for your loss of Ellen just a few months ago too. I have only known Martin a short time. I have been bringing him communion at Willowbrook Nursing Home for the past few months. I always enjoyed seeing him and thinking of the Body of our Lord providing him nourishment for his journey to heaven. Martin always talked about how much he loved his wife, his love for her was very strong. I I always enjoyed bringing communion to Martin because I admired his strong faith in God. Reading his obituary I can see what a wonderful man he is and a faithful servant of our Lord. I will continue to pray for Martin and Ellen and the entire Romero family. God Bless you all!
In Christ,
Janet Hill
Sunday July 31, 2016
Condolence From: Dolores Medina
Condolence: Prayers & Thought go out to The Martin E Romero family. My Grandmother Amalia's Brother.
With Love,
Dolores A Medina ( Robert L Medina father. )
Pablo Neruda
And it was at that age...
Poetry arrived in search of me.
I don't know, I don't know where it came from,
from winter or a river.
I don't know how or when,
no, they were not voices,
they were not words, nor silence,
but from a street I was summoned,
from the branches of night,
abruptly from the others,
among violent fires
or returning alone,
there I was without a face
and it touched me.
I did not know what to say,
my mouth had no way with names
my eyes were blind,
and something started in my soul,
fever or forgotten wings,
and I made my own way,
deciphering that fire
and I wrote the first faint line,
faint, without substance,
pure nonsense,
pure wisdom
of someone who knows nothing,
and suddenly I saw the heavens unfastened and open,
planets,
palpitating planations,
shadow perforated,
riddled with arrows, fire and flowers,
the winding night, the universe.
And I, infinitesmal being,
drunk with the great starry void,
likeness, image of mystery,
I felt myself a pure part of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke free on the open sky.
Thursday July 28, 2016
Condolence From: Dolores Medina
Condolence: Prayers & Thought go out to The Martin E Romero family. My Grandmother Amalia's Brother.
With Love,
Dolores A Medina ( Robert L Medina father. )
Pablo Neruda
And it was at that age...
Poetry arrived in search of me.
I don't know, I don't know where it came from,
from winter or a river.
I don't know how or when,
no, they were not voices,
they were not words, nor silence,
but from a street I was summoned,
from the branches of night,
abruptly from the others,
among violent fires
or returning alone,
there I was without a face
and it touched me.
I did not know what to say,
my mouth had no way with names
my eyes were blind,
and something started in my soul,
fever or forgotten wings,
and I made my own way,
deciphering that fire
and I wrote the first faint line,
faint, without substance,
pure nonsense,
pure wisdom
of someone who knows nothing,
and suddenly I saw the heavens unfastened and open,
planets,
palpitating planations,
shadow perforated,
riddled with arrows, fire and flowers,
the winding night, the universe.
And I, infinitesmal being,
drunk with the great starry void,
likeness, image of mystery,
I felt myself a pure part of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke free on the open sky.
Thursday July 28, 2016
