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A Magnificat written by John Paul II

Adora, my soul, the glory of thy Lord,

the Father of the great poetry, so full goodness.

He fortified

Youth admired my pace,

my song, oak anvil, forged.

resonates, my soul, to the glory of thy Lord,

Know Maker of angelic, benevolent Maker.

Fix to the brim the cup of wine, with gratitude,

in Your heavenly feast, which a servant prays, "

because strangely captivated my youth,

because a lime tree trunk carving a rosy cloud.

You are

The Wonderful, the sculptor carved saints!

- On my way there are many numerous birch and oak.

- I'm like a sunny path, a field planted,

as a young and sharp edge of the rocky Tatra.

bless thy seed in the East and West,

planting, Labrador, your land, with generosity!

That, nostalgia and life, emerging youth

become a fruitful field of wheat, a luminous city.

That

adore you happiness, the great mystery,

puffed up my chest as the lead,

you let in the blue sink my poor face

and send my string melodies constant.

Because this tune as Christ has arisen.

Look ahead-Slavic-sanjuaneros lights ...

not lost the holy oak leaves, your king is still alive,

because it is master of his people and priest, and it was.

Worship the Lord, my soul, a feeling creeping,

by spring sings feelings Gothic

the ardent youth, the cup of joy joyful,

by autumn heather like stubble and melancholy.

Praise Him for poetry, for the joy and pain!

The joy of dominating the blue and gold, the eternal abode,

because words embody the joy, the great burning,

because pick this maturity, this crop harvested.

Pain is ineffable sadness expressions evening,

flowing with ecstasy when we embrace the beauty,

God bends down the harp, but the beam is broken

in the rock face, "the words have no strength.

missing words. I'm like a fallen angel,

a figure on rocky ground in a marble pedestal;

You

breathes nostalgia to the figure and sculpted arms,

rises so wishes. Of these angels I am.

And yet I adore, because Ti is the hospitality,

prize for each song, the day of the holy idea

and joy-back singing the hymn to motherhood,

and silent word loyalty. Eli fullest!

Be blessed, Father, for the sadness of an angel,

singing the fight against lies, fights inspired by the soul

and annihilate us all the pettiness of the word,

destroy them, and how, as a man who boasts idiot.

Ando in your ways-I, the Slavic troubadour.

In girls play music solstices and laborers,

but the song of my prayer, modulated tones,

I throw to you only, to Thee on the throne of oak.

Blessed be singing between songs!

From my soul and light, blessed are the crops!

Adora, my soul, to Him who has more than covered

my back with velvet and satin of the mighty!

Blessed carver of saints, Slavic and prophet,

-mercy on me, I am inspired tax collector.

Praise Him, O my soul in song, near the goal,

for the anthem is sound and accomplished.

And the song is: Poetry! Poetry!

seed longs as suffering soul gaps,

my ways are shaded by oaks and acacias,

to please God the young crops.

Añoranzas Slavonic Book!

the end is resonant

choirs

as Easter, the vernal music,

with singing holy virgin, with poetry prosternante

and the anthem of humanity, the Divine Magnificat.

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Dear Friends
As you know, on Sunday May 1,
John Paul II will be beatified.
is a great event that fills us with joy
all Catholics.
To learn more about John Paul II,
I recommend watching the movie "Karol,
the man who became Pope."
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Say what you feel

always say what you feel and do what you think ...

If I knew today was the last time I'll see you sleep, hug you tightly and pray the Lord to be the guardian your soul.

If I knew that this was the last time I see you out the door, give you a hug, a kiss and call you again to give you more.

If I knew that this was the last time I'll hear your voice, record every one of your words to hear them again and again indefinitely.

If I knew that these are the last minute you say I love you and not assume, foolishly, that you know.

There is always a tomorrow and life gives us another opportunity to do things right, but if I'm wrong and today is all we have left, I would tell you how much I love and never forget you.

Tomorrow you are not guaranteed to anyone, young or old.

Today may be the last time you see those you love.

So do not wait, do it today as if tomorrow never comes, surely regret the day you did not take time for a smile, a hug, a kiss and you were too busy to grant someone a last wish.

Keep those you love near you, tell them to hear how much you need and love her and treat them well, take time to say "sorry, forgive me," please, thank you and all the words love you know.

Nobody will remember you for your secret thoughts. Ask the Lord

the strength and wisdom to express them.

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A REFLECTION FOR EACH DAY OF EASTER 2011

We are fortunate to know, for the gospel, Jesus did every day this week. Here it is. It is the most important week of the year. With everything he did and said we wanted to teach. Talk to him about it.

Thursday, Friday and Sunday there are trades, but on Thursday and Friday, attendance is not mandatory, hopefully you can go three days.

HOLY MONDAY (April 18)

What did Jesus today? Jesus has stayed in the village of Bethany in the house of Lazarus, Martha and Mary, his best friends. By mid-morning walk up to Jerusalem, which is about four kilometers. Along the way, as is the hungry lunchtime. He approaches a leafy fig tree full of leaves, but in no figs, then dried for not having fruit. Upon reaching Jerusalem, going to temple and is filled with merchants doing business and starts to whip, asking us to treat them with respect to God and the things of God. In the afternoon pass through the Mount of Olives, where he was doing a time of prayer, and walk back to Bethany.

Maybe God is not in you the fruit that He expected. Ask forgiveness. Do you treat them with respect to God and their stuff? How do you behave at Mass in the oratory, or the Church? Do you fondly genuflections? When you hear profanity, ask forgiveness from God "inside? Notice how Jesus

devoted every day to make a time of prayer as you are now. Do not miss any days, even a few minutes.

HOLY TUESDAY (April 19)

Jesus returns to Jerusalem. Pass by the place of the fig tree cursed. Seeing the temple, prophesied to be destroyed. The disciples were sad because Jesus announced that within two days he was killed. The Christians, like him, have learned to always doing the will of God the Father, above all else. For example, Joan of Arc, when he was at the forefront of French soldiers in a battle against England, God announces that the day will get hurt. Then her friend tells her not to go to fight. And Joanna replied ironically: "salt and tell you my general Joan of Arc did not fight because they are afraid to be hurt." And he went boldly to the front of his soldiers, and was seriously injured.

not be afraid to accept the will of God. Sir, yes, you always want the best for me! I want what I want, I want to because you want, when I want.

HOLY WEDNESDAY (20 April)

Jesus remains in Bethany. Simon, the leper who was healed by Jesus, invites the Lord to eat at home, so grateful I was. While eating, goes into the house a local woman named Mary, breaks a bottle of expensive perfume and throws him to the Lord's feet. Kisses and dries them with her hair. Jesus liked the detail of affection.

Judas is when looking at the heads of the Jewish people and tells them: "What if you give me I give?". They were glad, and promised to give him money.

as Simon Are you grateful for the times that you too have cured of your sins? Each time, after confession, give thanks for having forgiven.

Jesus was like that today have some detail of love with him, as Mary. Think now Give it a concrete and now.

Holy Thursday (April 21)

The Last Supper. On the morning of Thursday, Peter and John are ahead to make dinner in Jerusalem. In the afternoon arrived at the Cenacle. There Jesus washed the feet one by one. Then, sitting at the table celebrating the first Mass: eating gives his Body and Blood and priests commanded the Apostles to that, henceforth, they celebrate Mass. Judas left the Upper Room before, to betray him. Jesus took leave of his mother and went to the Garden of Olives. They sweated blood, seeing what you expected. The disciples fell asleep. Judas came with all of the synagogue and kisses. Then, he took prisoner and all the Apostles fled. What are the Palace of Caiaphas the High Priest. We interrogated all night: no sleep at all. Hazle

company you today to the Lord, who is alone. Do not abandon the goal of ever, and frequently visit the shrine.

FRIDAY (April 22) Today

dies. At dawn on Friday, you are judged. Sleepy, cold, have given blows. Decide to condemn him and take him to Pilate. Judas, remorseful, he failed to return with the Virgin and ask for forgiveness, and hanged himself. The Jews chose Barabbas. Pilate washes his hands and sends crucify Jesus. Before, ordered him to be scourged. The Virgin is in front as he opens the skin to shreds with his whip. Then he placed a crown of thorns and mocked Him Jesus walks Jerusalem Cross. Climbing the calvados meets his Mother. Simon helps carry the cross. Around noon, they crucified him. He gave us His Mother as our Mother and to the three died and gave up his spirit to the Father. To certify death, pierced him with a spear. At night, between Joseph of Arimathea and Unpins Nicodemus, and leave the body in the hands of his mother. They are about seven when he buried in the tomb.

Dame, Lord love pain! Would you carry in your pocket a crucifix and kiss it frequently.

Holy Saturday (April 23)

Jesus died. Every day, his body rests in the grave, cold and lifeless. Now we realize what they weigh our sins. Jesus died to redeem.

We are sad. The Virgin Mary is sad, but happy because he knows he will rise. The Apostles are coming to her, and she comforts them.

Spend the day together with the Virgin, and with her go with him Jesus in the tomb. Make the purpose of running the lap of the Virgin Mary when you're separated from Him

Easter Sunday (April 24)

As soon as one day, three women go to the tomb where Jesus was buried and see that it is not his body. An angel tells them he has risen. Van running where the Virgin with the Apostles and gives them the big news: He is risen! Peter and John run to the tomb and see the bands on the ground. Now understand that Jesus is God. The grief they had, yesterday, it transformed into an immense joy. And quickly spread to the other apostles and disciples. And all remain with the Virgin waiting time to return to meet the Lord.

Since then, all Christians can deal with the Lord, who is Alive. Today we are very happy and it's time to give thanks to God constantly.

As Peter and John, you also have to worry about your friends know that Jesus is risen, and be treated. Ask that concern. Text

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John, the crazy flowers

By Julio Andrés Pagano

tells a story that the earth was a man who lived so routine and the applause died away and the public recognition, however helped millions of people could live in peace.

not know what his last name. He was known as "John, the fool of the flowers." Some say that was an only child and was orphaned at a young age. They say that's what he gave to his eyes a deep melancholy, which gave his big brown eyes very special dye.

He served as an employee of the State. Their task was routine, stifling in some cases. Every day long lines of complaints attended seemed traced. Provide for a vibrational so dense was a tortuous ritual dehumanizing. However, John knew that at least that way I could pay their bills at the end of the month, and that encouraged him to gather courage to get out of bed and return to work each morning.

often wondered what was the meaning of life, as everything seemed to pass within a circle leading to more and more of the same, but could not find the answer. His neighborhood was gray, full of smog and incessant noise. Living in the downtown area of \u200b\u200ba large city had its benefits when carried, but quality of life remained. Almost did not cross words with their neighbors because they were all chasing rush your wishes. Among the many buildings

modern, his modest house seemed even smaller. For its old style, it was like at that point in the big city, the last memory of what had once been a picturesque neighborhood resist being killed by the indifference of the modern wild.

John had a passion: he loved flowers. Not sure why, but felt that they were the reason for their existence. Never before was a man who had such grace and sensitivity when caring for plants. His garden was unique, special. Everything there was bright. If someone were to illustrate how paradise would undoubtedly show that garden. Natural beauty was carried its best. It seemed a real tableau, where color, harmony and flavors came together to dance in unity. View inspired life. But nobody had time for pressing of attention because those who went there were involved in endless thoughts that made them move mechanized.

If it was not because he had to meet their monthly commitments, John had never been separated from their flowers. Each day, getting on the bus taking him to his work, he was dying. His body was hunched. Like someone walking trails. Internally refused to go every day to listen to the protests of those who pass and unload their frustrations advantage daily with the excuse of poor service. Only saved the vivid memory of his dazzling flowers.

As your ears are packed complaint, John looked earnestly at his watch. Counted every second. Could not wait to return to your garden. I needed to breathe again, needed to feel alive. Office co-workers made fun of his strange way of behaving, as half a minute before the end of the day, the coat was always on hand to make a card waiting to accredit their work.

As soon set foot on the street, his body stood, his muscles toned and his walk took on a force never seen before. Even the best magician could have done such a transformation. He could feel. It was another man, even smiling. His energetic attitude aroused suspicion among his colleagues, to the point that one day decided to follow him to see where it went, as they could not believe his strange behavior.

"Do you go to see her beloved?" One said sarcastically, knowing it was a man who had trouble relating. Such a huge surprise they took the view that quickly appeared in his garden overlooking the street with a brown jumpsuit. As he arrives at a sacred place, slowly took off his shoes and bowed to her flowers and kissed one by one. Then he told them how much they had missed and began to sing, while gently stroking. These minutes were enough to make from then on, John was called "the madman of the flowers."

His life was so involved in the routine to pay their debts and being reborn every time the workday ended. In the eyes of many, his time in the world was inconsequential. Anyone could say that, having had it, John did not fulfill its mission of life, because, apparently, had not done anything significant.

The day after his death in the high political level of the city had a secret meeting to determine if the country going to war. Amid much discussion, the President asked to make a break, needing to clear your mind before making a final decision.

But others knew it, he asked his driver to take him for a ride in their armored car. Needed to reflect a soldier. As fate would have on their way to pass the president facing the garden of John. As one who gets caught in a spell, the president could not take your eyes off the flowers. In a split second, when he saw such beauty and harmony became aware that the war was the right decision, it would only bring more chaos and destruction.

has chronicled for taking the time to non-war position, the president received the Nobel Peace Prize, and his name appeared in media around the world. He was the owner of all the applause and recognition.
What nobody knew was that the real manager of the Peace was John, who thanks to his deep love for flowers saved the lives of millions and millions of people who otherwise would have perished in the war. Centered

your heart and ignoring all mockery, John made it possible for a piece of heaven touched earth. The distinction was not harvested nor applause. Loved flowers and honored life. Without knowing it, fulfilled his mission. He was one of so many unsung heroes that daily help co-create a world full of peace and harmony.

Our life sometimes is a bit like that, like John, seems meaningless. However, if we hear the voice of our hearts, though not enough, in one way or another we are always doing our job.

Do not lower your arms. I kept hoping. You're also John.

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there in the world language that everyone understood

is the language of enthusiasm,

of things made with love and desire,

in search of what you want or what you think.

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"To the extent that love grows in you,

grow your beauty,

because love is the beauty of the soul. "

San Augustine

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