St John of God and I

When I was a child

My father took me to St John of God House

In my hometown

One of the rooms, I recall,

Was filled with tools and machinery

Which father had donated

Then he said to me,

This is who you are meant to be

Some sixty years later

I come across St John of God

Having understood

That Faith has changed my life

That I am meant to look after

The Poor and the Broken

To improve their quality of life

Father, likely, did not sense the consequences

Of his concern towards the poor

His son followed such path

I became one with such

He had forgotten what he had said to me

There at St John of God’s House

When I a child was

The Master of St John’s of God’s House

Burned in my soul the words of Father

For it was the Father of the Son

Who spoke to me such day

Thereof, everything changed

And the poor and broken

Became my challenge

I cannot offer things

I share my soul with them

My Father’s children

So many years have passed

It seemed to me that I knew

St John of God

There a memory broke through

My purpose in life did change

I recall my father and San Juan de Dios

At the core of my being

I became one with God and his Broken Children

Thank you Father

For the source of Light

Shines brightly

And the source of Life

Is just