You, children, need a huge quantity of love, which has not to be sought in the world, has to be sought in me, who am endless love.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → 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.
Recurrences in the text
- → The world is vain, the uncertainty is vain.
- → The world is overbearing, does not lead or attract you to me.
- → My love for you will be understood when you will free yourself from what the world overwhelms you.
- → The origin of your insecurity is not me, it is you who seek in a world that cannot give certainties, which can only give seduction and deception.
- → Recognizing the thoughts of the world for what they are, abandon them on their rise and seek me immediately.
- → You, children, need a huge quantity of love, which has not to be sought in the world, has to be sought in me, who am endless love.
- → 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.
- → The world and the flesh live and feed themselves of this fragility and weakness of every man, and succeed to drag my children in a poverty which insists overbearingly in your life until crush and make tottering your existence in something of nonexistent, in a poverty which has relation with the anger, the disappointment and every kind of illness and vanity.
- → Arriving at this love, no man, no child needs the world anymore, because he already knows in depth, in a dimension of love, his condition is that of a child free from the world, from every sort of shell, armor that the world imposed on him, he is not a slave, a prisoner.
- → Peace is what makes my children safe, mine, in balance and in harmony.
- → Stay away from the flattery, the illusions of the world, from what the world sows, from what corrupts you and makes you weak.
- → 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.
Relative arguments