Whoever loves me, loves in a dialogue of light all that is mine, himself and this love that he lives.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → When a child reaches me with desire I rush, shake and listen.
- → I love you, I listen you and I ever am with you.
- → The Lord God has spoken, he has listened, he has loved, he continues to love and generates love.
- → 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.
- → Now I have spoken, continued to reveal, listened and heard.
- → These words are full, not empty, full of love.
- → This is eternal truth, divine word, will of God.
- → This word is my blessing.
- → Every act, every thought, every moment not addressed to me is rubbish, promotion of illusion, unworthy choice of you and me, sin, if you like this word.
- → The world has managed to make too many of your words meaningless.
Relative arguments