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An Enriching Event

I ask for nothing, just relying on Providence; surprisingly I will experience an enriching event that fate has sent... does anybody wonder why I sing? I age, and furthermore I feel younger; wrinkles appear to attest their reminder that my troubles are of another sort, and despite more unpleasant occurrences confirming my tort: these upheavals are raging storms that will soon pass, and this phase is the ultimate test! Destiny, unfold this enriching event, and usher in an age of contentment; the vitality of these years don't reflect fragility: resolute and strong, hopeful and diligent... I can face any hurdle and defy tragedy, and the hardest challenge is finding trust! An enriching event was predicted in my natal chart and astrologers are putting much effort in their research, to assure me that a better tomorrow is coming; and should I place my total trust in them, and catch a rare glimpse and be content... but Who has given me a last chance at living? I could never be guided by the unpredictable stars, what I am amazed about them: is their mysterious glimmer, but fortune and wealth is the damnation of the sinner, of that one cursing God for all the plagues and sorrows inflicted upon them...to punish them for all that was taken without honor and appreciation; and wouldn't they envy the one opening the golden door? My harvest is finally ripe, and spacious fields offer their abundant fruits, every bird has a more sonorous song to make me feel vibrantly alive: o larks and nightingales, let your joyful ode reach the Heavens above! My blessings have been too numerous to be counted and this joy exalts Him with a gratefulness that is equal to every breath I inhale and exhale; when peace blends with silence: a realistic Heaven is an enriching event! Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

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