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Ce ar putea să spună?

Nu am tare reușit să mă hotărăsc între ce sfârșit să aleg. 

Şi ce-ar putea să spună norii
În zorii dimineţii?
Cum ar putea fiorul ceţii
S-aducă peste noi fiorii?

Cum ar putea, lumina blândă,
A soarelui ce va răsare
Să fie-oprită de furia tot crescandă
A negrului ce-ncet dispare?

Cum ar putea, iubirea fără de hotare,
Să fie-oprită de pofte trecătoare?
Şi ce-ar putea să spună cerul
În ziua când îi vom afla misterul?

Ce ar putea să spună valul
În ziua când se va opri calvarul?
Şi ce-ar putea să spună stânca
Ce-a fost lovită ne-ncetat
Când tot ce-a fost va fi iertat
Şi va avea izbânda?

Ce ar putea să spună omul
În ziua cea măreaţă?
Căci nu va fi ascuns de norul
Şi de-nfiorătoarea ceaţă.
Nu va putea să spună
Că-n viaţa lui n-a fost lumină
Şi n-ar putea s-acuze dragostea
Ce-a fost acolo pururea!
Nu va putea să spună nici că cerul
Nu a ascuns vreodat` misterul.
Nu va putea s-acuze valul
Căci şi acesta s-a oprit,
Să spună că din tot calvarul
Măcar odată Stânca nu l-a izbăvit!

Ce ar putea să spună omul
În ziua cea măreaţă?
Decât, cu-o lacrimă pe faţă,
Să vada-cum tot adevărul!
Să vadă cum doar Creatorul
I-a dat viaţă!

....

Ce ar putea să spună oare
În ziua sfântă, ziua mare,
Decât cu-o lacrimă pe faţă,
Cu flacăra ce-a ars, şi dorul,
Să mulţumească pentru-izvorul
Care i-a fost în inimă, o viaţă!

....Sau?....

Ce ar putea să spun-atunci
În ziua cea din urmă?
Decât cuprins de răni adânci
Privind la a Lui sfântă turmă,
Cu-amărăciune inima să-i plângă..

Să-L vadă pe acel ce i-a dat viaţa
Care-a avut mereu speranţa
Că se va-ntoarce într-o bună zi
Cu El pe veci pentru-a trăi..

Să vadă locul lui, sortit,
În care are-acum de pătimit.
Şi, cu tristeţea-i tot crescândă,
Privind la viaţa sa din urmă,
Văzând, că a putut avea izbândă..
Ce-ar mai putea el să răspundă?

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