Rejoice in this love with joy, like a child who does not grow up, who lives the days with care, with small and big gestures in love.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → 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.
- → 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.
Recurrences in the text
- → Do not get tired of looking.
- → Do not worry with thoughts which deceive and disappoint you.
- → I want children full of love, in joy, who do not worry in the seek, who live in me, for me and in the delicacy of this love.
- → I want you to have no trouble and do not be afraid to love me.
- → 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.
- → My children don't feel loved.
- → Do not bother about what is vain, not important and nothing.
- → Rejoice in this love with joy, like a child who does not grow up, who lives the days with care, with small and big gestures in love.
- → The man deluded by the world ignores my love for something that is nonexistent and he does not understand what exists.
- → Your whole life is busy, revolves around empty, non-existent things, nothingness, loses sight of existing things, such as my love for you, your love for me and the light of which you are in the presence.
- → Do not bother yourself or worry about the patterns of the world.
- → Work on you, on your fears, uncertainties, illusions, disappointments, and what you care about.
- → Stay away from the flattery, the illusions of the world, from what the world sows, from what corrupts you and makes you weak.
- → 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.
- → The image that the world gives to my children makes them insecure and drags them into what is miserable.
- → The world conditions my children, creates for my children what seduces them and what will fall down with the being of my children.
- → 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.
Relative arguments