Now there is me with my children, the beloved who loves them with all reason and all the great heart of God the father.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → 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.
- → My sons are not created for misery or limited in love, they are loved, desired, desired by true love, created for wealth, greatness, special encounter with me as father, creatures, sons of light and not of darkness, of love and not of anger, of peace and not of rancour, of harmony and not of confusion.
Relative arguments