1496. G\u00c2NDURI PLINE DE SPERAN\u021a\u0102
\nStau \u00een fa\u021ba crucii, privesc marmura rece,
\nNu cred c\u0103 suferin\u021ba din suflet \u00eemi va trece,
\nDoar dorul, stins \u00een frunze cu lacrimi \u00eembibate,
\nE cel ce este martor, doar el le \u0219tie toate.<\/p>\n
Nu este nici o tain\u0103 c\u0103 tata a plecat,
\nEl doarme ad\u00e2nc acum \u0219i totu-i nemi\u0219cat,
\nO umbr\u0103 am \u00een suflet, un of ce-i dureros,
\nNu \u0219tiu dac-al meu tat\u0103, primit-a pe Hristos.<\/p>\n
Ad\u00e2nc \u00een suflet am un dor, e dorul meu,
\nNu-l \u00een\u021belege nimeni, doar Bunul Dumnezeu,
\nA\u0219 vrea s\u0103 \u0219tiu c\u0103 tata e printre m\u00e2ntui\u021bi,
\nC\u00e2nd Domnul va veni, mul\u021bi mor\u021bi vor fi trezi\u021bi.<\/p>\n
Nu este \u00eentuneric, nu este nici un chin,
\nMoartea e numai somnul, cu to\u021bii adormim,
\nNu este nici o umbr\u0103, e scris chiar \u00een Cuv\u00e2nt,
\nVor \u00eenvia din moarte c\u00e2nd vine Domnul sf\u00e2nt.<\/p>\n
Vor \u00eenvia cre\u0219tinii ce sunt \u00een nemi\u0219care,
\nAtunci c\u00e2nd mii de \u00eengeri cu Hrist’ vor fi \u00een zare,
\nAcum e \u00eentuneric, cur\u00e2nd va fi lumin\u0103,
\nCei credincio\u0219i \u00een slav\u0103 vor fi, nu \u00een \u021b\u0103r\u00e2n\u0103.<\/p>\n
Mai am doar o speran\u021b\u0103, ad\u00e2nc este \u00eengropat\u0103,
\nCa to\u021bi ai mei s\u0103 fie cu inima schimbat\u0103,
\nNu este nici o tain\u0103, de ne vrem m\u00e2ntui\u021bi,
\n\u00cen ast\u0103 via\u021b\u0103 trebuie s\u0103 fim doar poc\u0103i\u021bi.
\nEmilia Dinescu<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
1496. G\u00c2NDURI PLINE DE SPERAN\u021a\u0102 Stau \u00een fa\u021ba crucii, privesc marmura rece, Nu cred c\u0103 suferin\u021ba din suflet \u00eemi va trece, Doar dorul, stins \u00een frunze cu lacrimi \u00eembibate, E cel ce este martor, doar el le \u0219tie toate. Nu este nici o tain\u0103 c\u0103 tata a plecat, El doarme ad\u00e2nc acum \u0219i totu-i nemi\u0219cat, […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":47,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[134],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-17882","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-generale"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/intercer.net\/blogs\/poeziisieditoriale\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17882","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/intercer.net\/blogs\/poeziisieditoriale\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/intercer.net\/blogs\/poeziisieditoriale\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intercer.net\/blogs\/poeziisieditoriale\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/47"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intercer.net\/blogs\/poeziisieditoriale\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=17882"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/intercer.net\/blogs\/poeziisieditoriale\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17882\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":17883,"href":"https:\/\/intercer.net\/blogs\/poeziisieditoriale\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17882\/revisions\/17883"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/intercer.net\/blogs\/poeziisieditoriale\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=17882"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intercer.net\/blogs\/poeziisieditoriale\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=17882"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intercer.net\/blogs\/poeziisieditoriale\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=17882"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}