( CYCLE : STIGMA OF OUR SOULS )
If you were destined to experience
A hopelessness
Its icy indifference
Desert or foggy uniformity
Its bars or walls tenacity
Its oceans abysmal bottomlessness
If you had to live trough it
Not accepting it
Not understanding why
And you called on God in vain
Since hopelessness was silent
Or that there is God denied
When you were child or old man defenseless
By strangers or relatives harmed
Or you vere sick or injured
In war or in an accident
Or you have been persecudet, imprisoned
Expelled, ridiculed
Or even if you have been a victim
Of torture, terror, genocide
Know that your suffering
And of despair your streams
Were not revenge, sadism, punishment
That were decision and gift from God
Were flowers from God
Stigmatize angelic kisses
Lanterns that light to Him
Your road or stairs
Because God is truth about everything
Because God is greatest happinesss
He gave you a chance deep suffering
To many people inacessible
The suffer is necesarry for our souls
To be closer to Him enjoy
And only trough suffering
Only trough streams despair
Our souls can wander trough space-time
To get to know, it little understand
To free it from evil and deadness
Our souls are lucky to be God helpers
More and more perfectes
This is from God our privileges
Try from God to get true flowers
Your suffering is a short moment
From God flowers will never fade
They are an amazing diaments
Stigma of pact our souls with God
( October 18, 2024)
