God Writes Spiritual Mysteries On Our Heart,

You Believe God Is Not There, But He Is, Hidden In The Secret Of The Divine Mystery

Sunlight Fell Upon The Wall; The Wall Received A Borrowed Splendor. Why Set Your Heart On A Piece Of Earth, O Simple One? Seek Out The Source Which Shines Forever.

Even When You Tear Its Petals Off One After Another, The Rose Keeps Laughing And Doesn’t Bend In Pain. “why Should I Be Afflicted Because Of A Thorn? It Is The Thorn Which Taught Me How To Laugh.” Whatever You Lost Through Fate, Be Certain That It Saved You From Pain.

Patience Is The Key To Joy.

God Writes Spiritual Mysteries On Our Heart, Where They Wait Silently For Discovery.