Ondulaciones

Nuestra causa nunca está tan en peligro como cuando un humano, que ya no desea pero todavía se propone hacer la voluntad de nuestro Enemigo (Dios), contempla un universo del que toda traza de Él parece haber desaparecido, y se pregunta por qué ha sido abandonado, y todavía obedece.

Fragmento de la VIII carta del las Cartas del diablo a su sobrino.

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Abide With Me

Words: Henry F. Lyte/ Music: William H. Monk

Abide with me; fast falls the eventide;

the darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide.

When other helpers fail and comforts flee,

Help of the helpless, O abide with me.

  

Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day;

earth's joys grow dim; its glories pass away;

change and decay in all around I see;

O thou who changest not, abide with me.

  

I need thy presence every passing hour.

What but thy grace can foil the tempter's power?

Who, like thyself, my guide and stay can be?

Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me.

I fear no foe, with thee at hand to bless;

ills have no weight, and tears not bitterness.

Where is death's sting? Where, grave, thy victory?

I triumph still, if thou abide with me.

Hold thou thy cross before my closing eyes;

shine through the gloom and point me to the skies.

Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee;

in life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.

Nephew

My Dear Mother,

I did not die young.

I lived my span of life

Within your body

And within your love.

There are many

Who have lived long lives

And have not been loved as me.

If you would honour me

Then speak my name

And number me among your family.

If you would honour me

Then strive to live in love

For, in this love, I live.

Never ever doubt

That we will meet again.

Until that happy day

I will grow with God

And wait for you.

Author Unknown

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