Don’t need to be a theologian to understand faith,
Don’t be a poet to compose a love rhyme,
It’s a crime to put God in a box,
Framed with conceptual man-made theories,
So distant, so cold, so artificial,
Just love him with your heart, your feeling; after all he is a man too
Be romantic, soft, gentle,
Everything so simple with him – he loves us so much that he died for us,
To save us and to reveal love,
Love like that, like you mean it, with your heart, not your brain,
Search for warmness and civility,
Comfort, console one another, lend a hand, smile with kind words,
Look each other in the eyes attentively to see their humanity and soul,
Love him fervently with your thoughts wrapped around him day and night,
Not a study but a loving experience,
Like inviting a guest into your luxurious home,
With rare flowers, perfumes, welcome, friendship,
Live for one another, for him in all, in heaven of earth,
Belong to one another, like a big family, tolerate and forgive,
Why is so slow for you to forgive but so fast to tear down,
Ascend to Mount Olives to see soft moonlight,
Stay a while to contemplate how to love and be loved,
Seek him always in those suffered, those eyes, even those hatred, those pains
Don’t be reticent, be openly joyous, love simply,
Caress, hug, welcome, shake hand, kiss, touch,
Give thanks to the Lord for everything especially goodness,
Leave old way sophisticated but silly thinking,
Enter new way of clear and simple logics,
Logics of the divine ascension,
To the bluest clear sky.
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