I want you to love me at every moment of the day and night, that your gaze does not rest on me with torment or difficulty, but rest on me with love, the great love that I have placed within you.
Above all love A hidden inheritance
of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica Argument
→ I, Lord God and father , will transform torments into joy , fears in security , certainties , confusion in clarity , precision , the imperfection which makes you weak , overcome by the insistent forces of the world and the flesh .→ 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 .→ Whenever your thoughts torment you, pester you, think about me, father , that it is not worth that those thoughts overcome , confuse you, think of me even stronger and with a gentle force .→ I am the God of love , who loves children forever, in imperfection , in anguish , in the torments of life , and establishes with his children daily a dialogue , a union of love .
→ I want you all to shine for me, in eternity , in an unexplored dimension that reaches the ultimate revelation and completeness of my child 's existence .→ The children of light have recognized me, they are recognized in love , they have realized in light , in love , and in eternity .→ Love opens every door of the heart , of reason and of eternity , which is mine .→ The fulfilled son realizes me as father and he as son , reaching what he was created for, he knows love , me, himself , eternity , my face , the father in all his essence , depth , up to the the most eternal part , he knows now that he lives only for me, the father , and he comes with me.
→ With my love , for love I do everything , I give you tenderness , joy , peace , truth of children , I envelop you, I hold you in hand , I embrace you, I keep you close and love you.→ I look at you every instant and moment with love , I am here now for every man , sweetness , tenderness and absolute love .→ With my delicacy and tenderness I shake every son .
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