Un altfel de martisor

Prayer for Peace

Lord Jesus Christ, who are called the Prince of Peace, who are yourself our peace and reconciliation, who so often said, “Peace to you,” grant us peace. Make all men and women witnesses of truth, justice, and brotherly love. Banish from their hearts whatever might endanger peace. Enlighten our rulers that they may guarantee and defend the great gift of peace. May all peoples on the earth become as brothers and sisters. May longed for peace blossom forth and reign always over us all.                                             

 – Pope John Paul II


“Do not grieve over temptations you suffer. When the Lord intends to bestow a particular virtue on us, He often permits us first to be tempted by the opposite vice. Therefore, look upon every temptation as an invitation to grown in a particular virtue and a promise by God that you will be successful, if only you stand fast.”
― St. Philip Neri

Din “Introducere la dor”

(Creatie si frumos in rostirea româneascã de Constantin Noica)

Prin formatia sa „dor” are in el ceva de prototip: este o alcatuire nealcatuita, un intreg fara parti, ca multe alte cuvinte românesti cu inteles adanc si specific. Reprezinta o contopire, si nu o compunere. S-a contopit in el durearea, de unde-si vine cuvantul, cu placerea, crescuta din durere nu pricepi bine cum…

Cum faci sa-ti alini dorul? Iti amintesti ca ai pastrat intr-o cutie de tabla, sus pe raft, niste cafea adusa din tara de mai bine de doi ani si ca ai voie sa bei din ea numai la sarbatori, de Pasti, de Craciun sau de ziua României. Nu te intereseaza daca e expirata, atata timp cat isi pastreaza ceva din aroma de acasa si te trimite in bucataria unde, inca faceai cafea la ibric. Si daca tot e sarbatoare, stii ca poti folosi un strat din crema de galbenele, care iar iti alina dorul… Parca mai am si ceva Gerovital? Dar iti spui ca prea te rasfeti si ca ar trebui sa mai pastrezi ceva din dor, de dor caci nu stii cand te mai doare …

„Noi nu spunem placere de durere, cu atat mai putin cautare de negasire, spunem dor, care e insa si cautare si negasire, cum este si placere si durere.”

Si apoi spui ca azi este despre mine si macar astazi sa recit Misterele de Durere in limba, care te doare, ca n-o folosesti si doar in graiul, in care iti permiti sa te doara.

„ Si atunci, stai in fata cuvintelor, cum stai in fata dorului, sa te intrebi: este buna nedeterminarea aceasta? S-o sporim? Sau sa-i risipim magia? – S-o risipim fara grija: magia ei nu se curma…”

The Queen of May

” Mary is the excellent masterpiece of the Most High, the knowledge and possession of which He has reserved to Himself. Mary is the admirable Mother of the Son, who took pleasure in humbling and concealing her during her life in order to favor her humility, calling her by the name of “woman” (In.2:4; 19:26), as if she were a stranger, although in His heart He esteemed and loved her above all angels and all men. Mary is the “sealed fountain” (Cant. 4:12), the faithful spouse of the Holy Ghost, to whom He alone has entrance. Mary is the sanctuary and the repose of Holy Trinity, where God dwells more magnificently and more divinely than in any other place in the universe, not excepting His dwelling between the Cherubim and Seraphim. Nor is any creature, no matter how pure, allowed to enter into that sanctuary except by a great and special privilege.” Continue reading