9.dan don Damir Stojić - Blažena Među Ženama

"Abandonment is the delicious fruit of love."
-St. Augustine
ABANDONMENT
By: Saint Therese
I saw upon this earth
A marvelous tree arise;
Its vigorous root had birth,
O wonder! in the skies.
Never, beneath its shade,
Can aught disturb or wound;
There tempests are allayed,
There perfect rest is found
And love men call this tree,
From heaven's high portals sent;
Its fruit, how fair to see!
Is named abandonment.
What banquet here doth greet
Each reverent, hungry guest!
How, by its odors sweet,
The spirit is refreshed!
If we its fruit but touch,
Joy seems on us to pour.
Oh, taste, for never such
A feast was yours before.
In this tumultuous world
It brings us perfect peace;
Though storms be round us hurled,
Its quiet shall not cease.
Abandonment gives rest
In Thee, O Jesus Christ!
Here is the food most blest
That has Thy saints sufficed.
Spouse of my soul, draw nigher!
I give my all to Thee.
What more can I desire
Than Thy sweet Face to see?
Naught can I do but smile,
Safe folded to Thy breast.
They who have known no guile
Find there most perfect rest.
As looks the floweret small
Up to the glorious sun,
So I, though least of all,
Seek my Beloved One.
King Whom I love the most!
The star I always see
Is Thy White Sacred Host,
Little and low like me;
And its celestial power,
Down from Thy altar sent,
Wakes in my heart that flower,
Perfect abandonment.
All creatures here below,
At times, they weary me;
And willingly I go,
With God alone to be.
And if, sometimes, dear Lord,
Of me Thou weariest,
I wait upon Thy word;
Thy holy will is best.
Smiling, I wait in peace,
Till Thou return to me;
And never shall they cease,
My songs of love for Thee.
All pain I now despise,
Naught can disquiet me;
Swifter than eagle flies,
My spirit flies to Thee.
Beyond the gloomy cloud,
Ever the skies are fair,
And angels sing aloud,
And God is reigning there.
And yet without a tear
I wait that bliss above,
Who in the Host have here
The perfect fruit of love.
May, 1897

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Dragi Don Damire,naša zemlja je puna psovača, nažalost.Mislim da smo  mi kao vjernici dužni svaki puta opomenut kad čujemo da netko psuje.Ja sam prije, kad čujem da netko psuje,šutim,Osjećam se tako nelagodno,srce me boli kad čujem psovku i šutim na to.Sad više ne mogu šutit,neću i ne mogu.Ja sad lijepo opomenem,Pitam,,Pa zašto psuješ?Ljudi različito reagiraju,Pa taman da doživim neznam kakvu neugodnost ili omalovažavanje zbog toga,ja jednostavno ne mogu više šutit.Kad bi mi vjernici,svi opominjali psovače da ne psuju,ja vjerujem da bi ih bilo puno manje.To je naš Bog i trebamo branit njegovo ime.pod cijenu poniženja i omalovažavanja.Mnogi vjernici su danas progonjeni i mučeni pa možemo i mi nešto pretrpit.