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.

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.

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Above all love
A hidden inheritance

of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica

Argument

→ Do not worry with thoughts which deceive and disappoint you.

→ Do not worry if sometimes you do not look for me, taken by the torments and the pesters of a life spent in the world.

→ Do not worry about how much you love.

→ Loving even for few moments of love towards me is huge and full of me.

→ I know your afflictions and your fears of love.

→ 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.
→ 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.

→ My children don't feel loved.

→ I, the love, am there, even if you do not estimate, if you do not understand this love, in not thinking of me, in non-silence, troubled in the ways of the world, on wrong paths, involved in an egoistic, confused, unclear, not limpid love, in the most desperate, intricate, with no way out situations.

→ Live for me every day even with a single thought, with a single gesture, with love, smiling happily at being children.
→ Worry with cheerfulness for me.
→ 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.
→ Whoever loves does not contain or limit this joy, every day he lives thoughtless, cheerful, he moves with joy, with love in front of me because he recognizes me as God, father and Master.
→ I desire happy children, who live rejoicing of me and them.

→ 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.

→ I'm not deluding and not seductive.

→ Their emotions, feelings, sorrows and joys start from the thoughts and the heart.

→ 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.

→ Every day I look at you running every trouble and choice.

→ 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.

→ 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.

→ Let the world end, do not worry about it.

→ Do not worry about anything, stay with me.

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