I turned on a candle,
hoping that whatever divinity out there
might listen to my prayers
and grant me an end.
I remembered ease come from within,
thought of difficulties coming from outside,
and noticed it is all inside of us.
I started crying,
maybe it was the release that I needed,
but children find it in their dad's voice.
I called my dad then,
his sweet voice would soothe me,
as it used to when I was a baby girl.
And once my heart got calm,
i understood it was my dad,
it was my crying,
it was the candle,
and it was the divine,
that helped me reached my own paradise.
— Madelaine Bustamante.
