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Nu sunt doar flori.. sau nu vor fi flori?

În drumul tău, străine, pe calea-ncare adesese-ai rătăcit,
Te-a dus in locuri unde, nu rare ori ai plâns şi amăgit.
O viaţă care, de-atâtea ori de stânci, ca valul, te-a lovit.
Te zbaţi şi plângi, şi fugi, şi te ascunzi, dar nu găseşti
Nimic în lumea-asta crudă şi amară pentru care să trăieşti.
Ai ajuns, de multe ori, cu o rană sângerândă, izgonit,
Căutând cărări mai drepte, fără piedici – ca să pleci departe
Să-ţi vadă ochii iarăşi pacea – sufletului, o casă să-i găseşti.
Să vezi lumina străvezie a stelelor ce strălucesc în miez de noapte,
Rănită, inima să iţi suspine, căci a scăpat încă odată de la moarte.

În drumul tău, adânc săpat în groapa neagră şi urât-a disperării,
Îngenunchiat în hăul rece făr` de fund, ai crezut că data-i fost uitării,
Dar ai văzut atunci, adânc ascuns în sufletu-ţi rănit şi zbuciumat
Lumina Lui cea vie, iubirea Lui, şi-ai înţeles că El nu te-a uitat.
Ţi-ai continuat urcarea, ţi-ai pus iar crucea-nspate, ştiind că intr-o zi
Vor disparea şi norii cenuşii, şi ura ce loveşte şi răneşte neîncetat.
Şi ştii, că va veni şi ziua mult dorită cand în faţa-a Cerului solii,
Când tot ce-ai suferit şi ai răbdat şi crucea ce-ai purtat va fi
Răsplatită cu iubirea ce nu moare niciodată, şi cu marea revedere,
Cu Domnul nostru Cel prea Sfânt, cu bucuria ce în veci n-a piere.

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