Saturday, October 24, 2009
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Sure there starless nights and gray days without sunshine.
are also fields where the flowers wilt and the tree tops where birds nest to nest nothing.
There are also drying up rivers, seas unnavigable, inaccessible mountain peaks, and roads and destinations that do not lead us anywhere.
There are loves that are lost, others break our hearts.
Some days it goes on too long, days when the tears no comfort, where anguish seemed to fill all, days where we only accompanies loneliness like a damn trap that traps us and not let us go.
There are days when freedom chain has become a life sentence, and the longer the suffering.
There are days of sickness, pains and sorrows, problems and pains.
There are days where we die before our eyes, the same hope. Days when beauty was ugly, where affection turns into hatred, and where there was peace, there is violence, war and death.
There are days that should never come. Days where a ship at sea is broken and nobody survived the shipwreck. Days of darkness and obscurity.
There are days and many days, too perhaps where life was backwards, days where we run and scream, and go back to running and screaming back into ourselves and we are not even hear us.
And when all is lost, and when everything seems to end, just empty, all that great and that nothing seems life as meaningless swirl truly magnificent superior force hurries you and says,
- Rest in me, if you're tired, and I suffered for you. Come and rest in my heart, I will restore the meaning to life, life itself but lifted it back you with an everlasting love, and that same love for all eternity.
Really, when all seems lost, remember Jesus crucified, died but rose again the third day, and I'll take you and me in his cross and his suffering, and will never abandon us when we all leave, when we all reject. Jesus opens his arms, and shows his pure heart full of love. Go to the one before us, and find new life full of happiness and true peace.
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Painting and Writing:
Oscar Basurto Carbonell
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