I Bit My Lip Why Is It White

And if I die ...

And if I die one day, near or far ...

When the day of "Thanksgiving is about" ... no matter that I this sad ...
know ... God will sit on my desk ... kiss my forehead, bless my day ... and people I love ...
know that God loves me ... and that will always be with me because he lives in my soul ...

But if I die, one day distant or near ...


Note:

THE Written below is the blog of my friend Adonai ... what surprises me is that far from each other have written some similar words ...



"... And when one day, far or near, we start from , will do with the satisfaction of having done our duty, which is also right, and have enjoyed having thus usefully exploited the time we had, making life ... "



Alma wrote in his blog:

I have a fear of dying in the memory
of my family or friends,
who accompanied me in this life.

I have fear of death,
unapologetically
to forgive me.

I have fear of death, leaving
looking up
to miss with my God.

would leave to live and I'd feel dead
if my hands touch the earth
and feel deserted.

I would die at any moment, if the
Amar not
shiver up the last of my cells.

I have a fear of dying,
looking at the universe
and believe that humanity is alone.

I have fear that my heart died,
without showing its splendor to the other
and did not open.

would cease to be the girl to live without
always plays with angels,
laughing and careers.

I have a fear of dying without
said the lesson,
for what I was really created for God.

thinking I have a fear of dying in my life,
as many beings .... think that is just one
and end of the day she died.


want to live in His image and likeness
because life is one, Jayja,
wonderful and eternal.


- Alma -

To a friend with aromas of flowers in the Soul ...

Dear
"Alma" I can say I? my soul rejoices as a small child, thinking that there are beings in this world capable of immense love, give and live, I have my ideas about death ... earlier feared, now for me is something that has to happen ... one day ... and yes, most certainly the fear of dying without being understood, not in this lifetime have found understanding and love that expected in many of the people I love ... I had a reason to exist ... and that was love ... infinitely ... for some very complicated, very obsessive to others too ... for other delivery ... for other axfisiante ... for other beautiful ... and I can only say and tell myself, I can do nothing different yet still is my soul that loves, suffers, or laugh, and I, poor mortal that I guess she lived a thousand other lives ... I can only accept that my soul has its identity, its essence, its destination and I, incomplete mortal, I can only go destra it ... but I know some "she" had a sense that she loves the distance through very deep and you have to know that I speak, just like love made you write that ... I thought about my friend ... I love you ... thanks for existing!