Every day I wake up thinking ... come today if I'm waiting ...
open the door when I hear his footsteps, I looked out the window to see if you see something, and although voices have always said, and do not wait that long for that seems impossible, I try not to listen to anyone or anything I turn out the light that allows me to wait and see, without fail ...
wit me I think and how to achieve it that much sleep, because even look at the sky, longing to see him as a star, even if fleeting, I spend my time looking at the sky, but look a thousand ways to make it happen and do not lose hope that one day will come ...
Maybe I just talk to me or send me a sign ... perhaps giving me a moment and let me enjoy it more, maybe just to see him without being able to play ... but it will come, I have full safety that is able to wait ...
can be an opportunity, a person, a dream, a feeling that I hold, a light, a melody, a nightingale singing to me and my happy days ... whatever it that is expected, we should not lose confidence ...
There are days when mankind, weary and perhaps there are moments that do not open the door and I peered out the window, and I noticed the voices that speak to me, because maybe I feel this time as many will not be anything ... There are days when the candle goes out and hide the stars and so hard to believe that there are in heaven those fleeting but may be asked desires are days that perhaps stronger winds blow, there are storms, loud or glasses of water that surprise us and we try to choke and turn off that light called hope, that both should preserve and care because that is what gives meaning to our walk ...
But even the darkest night comes to an end and gives the opportunity for another day, and God is love, looking for ways to restore peace and joy, turned as if by magic, the candle that illuminates us, and start again the force that drives us to work and to seek, to find what you wait until both are longs, not lose hope or faith, because whatever happens, do not give up what you dream and never give up for lost ...
Dawn again and with renewed strength, without falling into routine, the soul learns many things that teaches you the ritual of each day and keeps hope alive, opening the door and looked out the window, have ears to hear the voice that gives you quiet, open our hearts to welcome the feeling much needed, embrace the dream, disguised as you imagine ...
I can not imagine what life would be if we fail to open the door and look out the window, but we returned to answer calls ever if we decide to walk in darkness, looking towards the ground to not see the sky and extinguished all hope never to expect or dream of anything ...
So whatever happens, do not ever let believe and hope ...
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