My soul is large to contain all the love for her children.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → My project is the knowledge of me father, that knowledge of love, the conviction of never wanting to detach from me and of feeling me indispensable.
- → I, the Lord God, am for you and only for you the light, the love, the unique essence and projected target.
- → My words, my glances, my thoughts are of sweetness, have you as unique purpose and project.
- → I have created you for this love between me and you in a dialogue, in a love meeting, for love, for a great project, for joy and for union.
- → My project is blossoming, the greatness of being children who are convinced to love and have pure thoughts.
- → I desire children in the light, of the light, not tormented, who do not drag the world behind them, who think me and who love me.
- → When I see you in your weakness, in your pain, in the life that passes, that drags in the pain, I tell to leave every noise, every deception, the world and the flesh.
- → Let me own you and drag you to me.
- → The image that the world gives to my children makes them insecure and drags them into what is miserable.
- → My children struggle, climb, in a life that passes in trouble, in the poverty of love, of reason, they believe they are limited, they have thoughts that do not develop towards me, ears that do not listen, a heart as big as the mine, which they themselves limit in love.
- → The world invades my son overwhelmingly, in anguish, it has no law, no rule of love, it uses means that overwhelm, it destroys every one of my sons until it plunges him into destruction, it uses my son, it takes possession of my son without delicacy, without gentleness, without love, it struggles to possess, to use my son with pain, with torment and with breathlessness.
- → Too much makes you worry, too little leads you to unawareness.
Relative arguments