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.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → 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 know your afflictions and your fears of 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.
- → The man deluded by the world ignores my love for something that is nonexistent and he does not understand what exists.
- → Do not bother yourself or worry about the patterns of the world.
- → Love between me and you is not disappointing, it is full and embraces the whole existence between me and you.
- → You have resources and riches greater than the world.
- → Every day I look at you running every trouble and choice.
- → Stay away from the flattery, the illusions of the world, from what the world sows, from what corrupts you and makes you weak.
- → My sons can watch me, watch the world, themselves, recognize the difference between myself and the world, between me and them and between them and the world.
- → 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