I scrutinize you, I recognize love, the delicacy of love, I guard love, I cradle you and am all love.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → Step by step, day by day, I proclaim to you love, the Gospel, the need, the desire to see children who live in love, in harmony, in the joy of being children, who love, who do not give up, tenacious, who act in a pure and intelligent way.
- → I want free children in love, in thoughts, who love me, who love, that they are always loved by me, for a long time and in time.
- → I desire children who love themselves, who love me, who love without delay, freely, as they are, with what they have, in the present time.
- → Here is what is harmony, love, eternity, light, immortality, and absolute.
- → My children possess the qualities, knowledge greater than the world, the heart, the reason the world does not have, are beings created to shine in me, they possess the love, the light, and the peace.
- → If the son looks inside himself silently, he begins to reflect with love, detached from what damages and fills his thoughts, his reason, his heart, finally he manages to find me, he is in my presence, he finds himself, me, his and my origins, he knows deeply the love, the light, the balance lost wandering in the inconstant world.
- → The son begins to understand that the world deprives him of the love, of the peace, of the truth that the son thought he would find, he asks himself more insistent, clearer questions, such as who he is, who I am, what this life really is, who we really are, asks questions, does not find the answers, seeks, wanders, fails to arrive at what truly satisfies him, begins to understand that the world does not make him happy, he discovers that he cannot rely on the world, on things of the world, he does not feel at peace, he seeks something that guarantees peace, love, that makes him secure, and desires balance.
- → When you are unable to love me, to love yourselves, to think of me, to live for me, do it, love me more, I, the Lord, present myself, call you by name and ask you for love.
- → From you I do not want torments, judgments, empty words, confused, throwing here and there in the world, I want words that go beyond the sound, calling me father and dad.
- → I, the Lord, wish that you love in joy, without sorrow, that every day you slip what does not belong to me with lightness and sobriety.
- → I delicately ask to you love, until you reach me, the father who understands your levels, is near you with care, listens and transforms everything in love.
Relative arguments