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God Never Forgets a Good-Hearted Soul
Some friends willfully forget an unlucky heart from whose trine flowed the richest waters to soothe their qualms as desert shady palms. It gave them all it had, leaving nothing for itself; hasn't forgetfulness replaced the warmth of that light? Someone should remind them by writing on a wall: that God never forgets a goodhearted soul for the generous deeds it has done: giving everything and receiving none! " Shame " should be written on each face... proclaiming to be righteous and favored by grace! He lives in a shack built on wood poles shaken by cyclones, and he survives on water and crackers, a candle has replaced a light-bulb with thirty watts... even tap water can't satiate his empty guts; a slice of bread is a rare delicacy, not mentioning cheap, tasteless coffee. God never forgets a goodhearted soul, the one that helped others face life with grit and feeding their mouths by uplifting their spirit; where are they now: distant as a cloud, looking down as a seagull? Why can't they attend to his needs with generosity and wit? No, he is not one of them anymore...only a disgraced destitute! Rags clothe his body, but joy dwells in his faithful soul, prayers keep him alive...he rejoices greeting the dazzling sunrise; into the pristine river he bathes daily and sings with truthful and joyful eyes: he will have tasted Paradise even before his death! The poor man, so rich in faith, will sing until you runs out of breath; the forgotten man, so weak, will reach Heaven having completed his earthly role!
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