If, up until now, there were ruins, from now on there will be castles of light pointing their towers to the heights. If, until now, you have harvested disasters, remember: spring showers are coming.
Behind the closed night there are high mountains, and behind the mountains of night the dawn is coming. It is beautiful to believe in the light when it is night.
Behind the silence breathes the Father. The solitude is inhabited by a presence, and above us waits rest and liberation.
Come. Let us begin again.
Look: those stars, blue or red, sparkle from eternity to eternity. Be like them: never grow tired of shining. On dry land and arid mountains, plant the seeds of mercy, hope, and peace. Do not grow tired of planting, though your eyes may never see the golden shafts. One day the poor will see them.
Walk. The Lord God will be light for your eyes, breath for your lungs, ointment for your wounds, goal for your path, reward for your effort.
Come. Let us begin again!
From the book Sensing Your Hidden Presence by fray Ignacio Larrañaga