By Paulo Coelho
Wherever you want to see the face of God,
you will see it.
(The Pilgrimage)
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So true…wherever wherever…it is there…always there…with us…
Annie
This is because God is everywhere and in everything.We only have to open the eyes of our heart to see God.Boundaries does not exist for him,nor walls.
I’m confused, but interested in the religion you write about in the pilgrimage. The journey to find the God within yourself made me think it was a sort of Catharism (Not the evil type that they talk about in conspiricy web-movies). But in the book you talk about picturing the saints of the Catholic faith.
I’ve spoken to people about how i can get involved in a religion that would challenge me in the way you describe… they’ve suggested masons (”unfortunately” i am female :P so that doesnt help), druids. In a place like Brisbane, Australia I don’t know if I will find other like minded people. But I wanted to see if you would have any words of support or encouragement for me.
I love your work. Much respect. Sarah
It’s in the air,
it’s in sky..up there,
it’s in the smile of a poor child,
in the tear of a lonely heart,
in the breath of heaven,
in the sigh of the earth,
in you,
in me,
in every tree,
and when the light goes to sleep,
it’s in your dreams,
when you wake up,
when you dance with the wind,
and…
it’s in..your inner peace.
love
Agnieszka
I wake up every day with thanks for that new day, whether rain or shine, I sse his masterful touch in the beauty of nature. I see the face of God in everything, for which I am truly grateful. Love, Paul
Vc é muito lindinho !!!
No bom sentido, claro…
yes you will :-) Gods face is upon us all .
Blessings Tania
Dear all,
I would like to share a wonderful poem with you which has touched me beyond belief, written by a young pilot, John Gillespie Magee in 1941. John was inspired; of that I am certain:
High Flight
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds - and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of - wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up the long delirious, burning blue,
I’ve topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or ever eagle flew -
And, while with silent lifting mind I’ve trod
The high untresspassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand and touched the face of God.
Pilot Officer Gillespie Magee
No 412 squadron, RCAF
Killed 11 December
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Dear G, thank you,..so …”..touched the face of God.” …and now he’s there..
hard to find words..
love
Agnieszka
agnieszka
amazing, isn’t it? the amazing thing is that it is possible! that’s how close we can get!
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