The father moves, expands in love, gives love abundantly and generously.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → Do not look to the world, to poverty, but to me, to the father and to the wealth that I am.
- → I am not poverty.
- → 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.
- → My children have to work to know me better, to look in better and to recognize their poverty in the world.
- → These thoughts, when they arise, usually belong to the world, which generates mud, overbearing and vanity.
- → When the thoughts reappear, and I know that they reappear insistent and overbearing, they bring you to the world.
- → Remove with all your strength the vanities, deceptions, seductions, arrogance of the world and of the flesh.
- → Love me even in imperfection, without bullying, without putting obstacles and without resistance.
- → In a world of risks and changes announce to the brothers the saving power of my word.
- → My son is mine, joined to me, part of me in light, in love, in harmony, in the pure awareness of me and him.
- → I bless my children as part of me, precious to me in the light, in the joy, in the love, in this revelation, created by me, recognized by me in the joy, in the pain, in the certainty, in the uncertainty, in the fears, in fragility, in abandonment to me and always.
- → You are woven into love, embraced by love, part of me and a big part as I am in love.
- → My children are mine, part of me and the best part of me.
Relative arguments