Love Letter

Who are we, to be granted the right to speak to the highest at any time during the day? Refuse, and still benefit from that grace, for as long as we breathe.

To the love you granted your children, pain grows, as they refuse your presence. The more we know God, the more poignantly we stab Him, when we turn our backs and deny Him.

The more we love God, the happier we are to see Him glorified. The more we cherish those who love and serve Him.

If you love your brother, save him from sinning against the Lord. If you love the Lord, save your brother from sinning against Him.

Follow the path God builds for you, and trust that only what's best for you will happen.

Things unfold when they are good for you and not when you want them to; rather when the time comes and when you are ready.

Time is not what is needed for your destiny to take way, but rather change in you or in others.

For the bad tree to appear as good is no other than the work of Lucifer. For the good tree to appear as bad, is the work of the same. Trust that God is righteous and would put both in their right place in the eyes of the world.

Fight hate with love, treachery with innocence, and let God do the rest, for he leaves not his children behind.

God is not less good than we make Him to be. The good He is, cannot be seen or even conceived by our human brains. If you can "imagine" his love and yet doubt... Be certain that in reality, it is more powerful than your widest fantasies.

Saint Augustine's Divine Providence

Saint Augustine writes in book 12 of Confessions:

"I cannot believe that you gave your most faithful servant Moses a lesser gift than I should desire for myself from you" 

...and continues to define the gift:

"by the use of my heart and my tongue, those books might be produced which so long after were to profit all nations throughout the whole world - from such a great pinnacle of authority- and were to surmount the words of all false and proud teachings."

Of course, he was referring to Genesis, but great is the providence of God, that this gift was to be offered to Saint Augustine himself.

Written in the late 300s AC, Confessions is still as prominent today; such is a gift of God.

I say "divine providence" as Saint Augustine likes to refer to fate and destiny by that term. For to him, man is free and chooses his path, yet this path is overseen and known to the most high. By divine providence, he was granted that which he wrongfully conditioned to God and thus did not ask for "if i had been born in  his time" preceded his statement... and by divine providence, this statement was declared in his autobiography - Confessions- How much more beauty can God's providence hold?

Silence.

Finally, a moment, my own
Not one sound is built to last,
I blinked and change had grown.

Strength, I know you too well
Rotate the landscape's base.

You build me up, to break me down
A shift in space, a brand new place
Nail me on the ground
to make me appear in another face.

I burn a few red lights
As the path dictates my steps

I rest my case,
under each rock I pray to have carved

I stand in line to label the road
and dream my feet marked,
on the pavement, I wish, someday
"my way", would be called.

World in a Trance

As every wish I utter shows its face

I hide from my own cognition,

from the blessings showering grace

Different happiness illusions,

In each I found a different delusion

To the God I have forsaken:

"wash away my dreams

with the useless tears I have dropped"

As you show me the mysteries of the world,

I immerse my skin in refute

You knock the walls down, and I close my eyes

I force my lids to block the light that you shine

Yet at the end of the day, I can no longer pretend

you know that I have seen the glory that is yours:

I understood that we have lost, the ultimate truth, our path

I understood that we have drowned in an unfortunate trance

but mostly,

I understood ...that the world does not understand.