It was a tear, the song of its reflections;
I needed badly to hear it, badly to understand it
I was suddenly cold; the sadness of ashes
I cried not knowing, what wrong I had done.
Will I be able to say it, will you be able to hear it?
The rhythm of my sighs, the symphonies of silences;
As a melody that comes, and goes, and dances;
I cried thousand words, unhappy and tender.
18 June
Blossoming tears …
Your tear … my prayer
My tear … your prayer
I am your joy
You are my joy
In the Unity
we are Peace
One prayer
One chanting heart
One flight into the Sun
(…)
Mirror of our sacrifice,
You ask us to learn
To learn to receive You
In everything …
This is the Gift, the Garden
The school of the Unity
Listening through the whispering heart
Learning to recognize its tender silence,
Its messages … and to decode them
through …
(…)
I embraced our fragility …
It dissolved into a Spring
You embraced our fragility …
It dissolved into a new Life!
One sky for one earth … protecting each other
Into the deepest hug chanting the Unity
Chanting and dancing the Peace.
(…)
Melodies …
Merci pour la beauté simple et subtile de ces mélodies de printemps
Merci pour cette harmonie et cette profondeur
Sa paix sur vous
Eternellement
In the Unity, we are Peace
Finally, I understood why 18 june.
Fil ténu
qui court de ci et là
A la Beauté, à l’Amour
Is being happy a choise? Or does God test us in different ways?
Just this week a had a conversation with this lady in whose life just about everything seems to have been gone wrong. A single mother of three living in the most extreme poverty you can imagine in the west. But she was so optimistic and happy.
And there I sat listening: a woman who seems to have it all, but with a negative outlook on life. I thought to myself: what am I doing wrong? God gave me so much, but life itself seems to bother me.
Is being pessimistic a sign of weak faith?