It is Sunday ?
It is Sunday ! Smell the dawning day as we speak at home,
Savor a hearty breakfast, it's a day of celebration!
Let's not forget it or rather let's remember it! Getting ready for a big day, the big day!
Listen to a grumpy taxi driver complaining about the world as it's not going well,
Get distracted from this conversation, as from any discussion,
Climb the steps, enter the building and let yourself be absorbed by it.
Breathe, come back to life like a plant that has lacked water and light for too long... Take root.
Pray.
Pray ! Advise and be informed! Listen to yourself love! Listening to each other loved! Enjoying yourself, with yourself absent from yourself,
Feeling back at home, in lands always unknown.
Feeling completely, entirely, intensely loved...
Wondering what deserves this... Hearing yourself gasp.
Hearing yourself mean the end of eternity.
Deo Gratias! Lamenting the end of this adventure that contains all adventures.
Finding the world after having forgotten it, stammering and chaotic.
Find the crowds, the noises, the clutter of the world... everything that is not Him.
Sanctify lunch as if He were going to sit there with us.
Savor a soft nap where dreams take your mind to an unknown and heavenly land.
Waking up, foggy, in a disparate mood, getting up with difficulty.
Rework the threads of oneself, and others.
Always stitching up your life. Especially the one to come. Kneel, askew, try to stand in prayer.
Dreaming to capture the unimaginable, the meaning that gives meaning to the void.
Find a thousand excuses to run away, listen to them all one by one, paying particular attention to them.
Believing that the truth could be exercised differently.
Trying to rediscover the essence of what filled the morning hours.
Being Sunday afternoon…
Is it Sunday yet?
Where did the magic run?
Bored with useless thoughts hoping that time will pass faster.
Hearing yourself calling from a distance: “Where are you?
» Fear, shudder, tremble, cry, shudder at the terrible echo...
Remember... Fear no more.
Never have any fear again. Dreaming of it being Sunday morning...
Hallucinizing yourself going to the appointment and declaring to Him in a whisper: “I'm here!
» Dreaming of it being Sunday morning to reconnect with the marvelous.