I, the Lord God, am joy, harmony, peace, justice, truth, especially love, that love that entered into you completes, makes you love and be loved by me.
Above all love A hidden inheritance
of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica Argument
→ 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 .→ Behold , the meeting and love between you and me is a wonder .→ Try to reach the goal , the objective , my love , me, peace , justice , my being , even yourself , even if now you can not reach yourself and me.→ My light is infinite and reaches you.
→ 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 .
→ 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 .
→ 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 .
Relative arguments