Our Father in Heaven Teach us to Love


The goal of the Christian life in heaven or on earth,
Does not end with humanity,
Rather,
It ends with the Father in heaven,
Jesus is the way, the truth and the life,
An authentic and radical life of love that leads us to the Father,
To remain with Jesus is always possible,
For to see Jesus is to see the Father,
But for those who desire a more intimate relationship with the Blessed Trinity,
The need to go to the end is possible in love,
It is possible in love to allow Jesus to lead us to the Father in heaven,
Who is Love par excellence,
The source of Jesus’ love,
And the source of all that is love,
Our Father in heaven,
Teach us to love like you,
Teach us to love,
As you taught your Son,
Teach us to love,
As the Holy Spirit that came from you and your Son Jesus,
Teach us to love like the Holy Trinity,
Teach us to love every human being unconditionally.

Are we able to love unconditionally in our world today? Is this attainable?

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The encounter


To think that my flesh and blood is already in heaven,
What a thought,
That to my being eludes,
No other explanation renders me more satisfying,
Than that of my humanity.
It is graced, blessed, honored, and digified,
By him whose death on the cross did not see the face of curruption.
To prove an empty grave,
But what physical proof is this?
Compared to the jewel of that faith,
That beyond any shatttered doubt,
Keeps me running the race.
All because of the Saviour,
Whose ascenion into eternity,
Did not leave behind a speck of that physique,
So as I trod through lifes endless wanders,
That all too soon descend in the bowels of this classic,
My eyes are fixed to that Which I believe.
As I walk to the finish line,
To await this crowning,
Which has become that of mine.

“the last breath”


As the winds of life,
My soul gently leads to its inner rest,
I cease not in this momemt of bliss,
For to rest would impede not thine own,
But that which is me,

And so my soul to the winds of change ignore,
For it knows none but its path to its eyes be glued,
In this vast abys yet everreadily sublime,
It chances not to forsake its heart,

And here at last it sees itself,
In that mystery of life soothingly pure,
It can nothing do but enshrine this cure,
In its inner quest to love undure,

This breath that once eluded its grasp,
Is yet so close to its yearning heart,
For in that one moment of glance,
The eternal sought has to it succumbed.

"the last breath"


As the winds of life,
My soul gently leads to its inner rest,
I cease not in this momemt of bliss,
For to rest would impede not thine own,
But that which is me,

And so my soul to the winds of change ignore,
For it knows none but its path to its eyes be glued,
In this vast abys yet everreadily sublime,
It chances not to forsake its heart,

And here at last it sees itself,
In that mystery of life soothingly pure,
It can nothing do but enshrine this cure,
In its inner quest to love undure,

This breath that once eluded its grasp,
Is yet so close to its yearning heart,
For in that one moment of glance,
The eternal sought has to it succumbed.