The way

The Spanish poet Antonio Machado said in his time: Caminante no hay camino. The path is made by walking.

Many years later, a popular Catalan singer turned the poem into an essential hymn for an entire generation. Here on the island, at that time, Machado's poem made into a song was perfect for it. It seemed necessary to exhort to break the mountain and make the roads that were needed to break the inertia of the stopped times. We all sang that refrain with a certain fury that bordered on rebellion; It was a clear inclination to break an apparent harmony that seemed to fit our own dreams of young insurgents, new, like new men with a new school, new ideas, new perspectives, new flights and new morals; all seasoned with a high dose of devotion to novelty.

We sang and intoned the phrase with intellectual airs. "... the path is made by walking." We thought we were poets, we were poets. We turned day to day into everyday poetry. We dreamed of being one of those heroes of the moment, we praised the protagonists of a new imported literature, heroes drenched in snow, war, suffering, sometimes morbid, realistic, also in a certain sense humanistic and beautiful. I wanted to make my way, you wanted to make your way, we were all engaged in making our way. It was too relevant a conviction for those times. There seemed to be no other way of walking if it wasn't by making our own way. And all the paths led to another romantic path, a great, wide, singular and at the same time individualistic path.

But not all roads lead to Rome, or at least to our heavenly "Rome".

God took charge over time to teach me the truth and I thank Him for all that time in which I only depended on the path that I was able to do for myself and for myself. I am sincere, because after all, I did not know another way to walk. From the countless falls when retracing my own paths, I keep indelible scars. But today I can glorify God for having taught me the Way, which is narrow, difficult, sacrificial and burdensome but at the same time pluralistic, blessed and everlasting.

The psalmist of God told me from God: “I will make you understand, and I will teach you the way you should walk; I will fix my eyes on you ”. (Psalm 32: 8)

Dear poet and brothers, there is a Way. Only one road. It is not necessary to do it, it is already done. It is the way to God incarnate in his Son Christ for the salvation of this world. He waits for you to start walking together towards the Father. Your ways have nothing to do with His way. He has fixed his eyes on you and will teach you everything you need to know about this path. They go over it with the conviction that when traveling it, the obstacles that appear will be saved despite the inopportune, importunate and opportune falls. Yes, of course it is narrow and difficult! But there is nothing more wonderful in life than accepting it, going through it and loving it. I am inviting you to what you are doing. God bless you!