Marile \u00centreb\u0103ri<\/p>\n
M-am \u00eent\u00e2lnit odat\u0103, copil fiind, \u00een drumul vie\u0163ii cu Isus,
\n\u00cen anii cei cura\u0163i \u015fi inocen\u0163i, \u015fi cei mai dulci ai fr\u0103geziei,
\n\u015ei pe moment, o team\u0103 sf\u00e2nt\u0103, din iubire-n mine-a pus
\nAtunci pentru \u00eentreaga vreme, prea scump\u0103 a copil\u0103riei.<\/p>\n
Eram elev, \u015fi la \u015fcoal\u0103, \u00een diminea\u0163a acelei zile \u00een clas\u0103,
\nLa studiul orei de religie, pentru-a cunoa\u015fte s-a \u00eemp\u0103r\u0163it,
\nLa to\u0163i copiii, c\u00e2te un mic dar, pe care s\u0103-l avem acas\u0103:
\nDou\u0103 bro\u015furi religioase, cu subiectul: al timpului sf\u00e2r\u015fit.<\/p>\n
Cu r\u00e2vn\u0103 mare le-am citit, \u015fi iar\u0103\u015fi recitit de-at\u00e2tea ori
\n\u015ei am conchis c\u0103 scrise-n ele, nu-s ni\u015fte pove\u015fti de\u015farte,
\nG\u00e2ndindu-m\u0103 c\u00e2nd le citeam, m\u0103 cuprindeau ni\u015fte fiori
\n\u015ei a\u015fteptam cu dor de undeva, s\u0103 am de-o alinare parte.<\/p>\n
Ades m\u0103 plecam \u00een rug\u0103, \u00eengenuchind \u00een prag de sear\u0103
\nC\u00e2nd lini\u015ftea nocturn\u0103, se a\u015fternea domol peste c\u0103min,
\n\u015ei m\u0103 rugam ca grijile, a\u015fa de multe-n mine, s\u0103 dispar\u0103,
\nDar ele-n minte-mi reap\u0103reau, \u015fi st\u0103ruiau \u015fi mai deplin.<\/p>\n
Solia sf\u00e2nt\u0103 \u015fi solemn\u0103, ce prevestea a Domnului venire
\n\u00cemi ridica st\u0103ruitor \u00een minte, multe \u015fi ne\u00een\u0163elese \u00eentreb\u0103ri:
\nDe ce s\u0103 se sf\u00e2r\u015feasc\u0103 jalnic, aceast\u0103 \u00eentreag\u0103 omenire?
\nDe ce s\u0103 piar\u0103 at\u00e2t de tragic, \u00een mari \u015fi grele perturb\u0103ri?<\/p>\n
De ce exist\u0103 pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt, o moarte, cu ravagiile-i crude?
\nDe ce produce \u00een familii, at\u00e2ta pl\u00e2ns amar \u015fi mult\u0103 jale?
\nDe ce desparte f\u0103r\u0103 mil\u0103, p\u0103rin\u0163i \u015fi fra\u0163i, surori \u015fi rude?
\nDe ce nu-i nimeni s-o opreasc\u0103, \u015fi s\u0103 i se pun\u0103 \u00een cale?<\/p>\n
\u015ei neput\u00e2nd de a ob\u0163ine, r\u0103spunsurile pentru consolare
\nC\u00e2nd vreun cortegiu \u00een doliu, trecea cernit spre cimitir,
\nM\u0103 ascundeam ca s\u0103 nu v\u0103d, \u015fi s\u0103 n-aud durerea mare
\nCe conducea convoiul jalnic, cu pl\u00e2ns \u015fi bocete-n delir.<\/p>\n
Abia a\u015fteptam s\u0103 treac\u0103, \u00een sus, de uli\u0163a \u015fi casa noastr\u0103
\nAceast\u0103 zarv\u0103 infernal\u0103, ce-n inim\u0103-\u015fi l\u0103sa un vag ecou,
\n\u015ei-ng\u00e2ndurat de scena trist\u0103, la locul de l\u00e2ng\u0103 fereastr\u0103
\nEu m\u0103-ndreptam \u015fi meditam, la marile-ntreb\u0103ri din nou.<\/p>\n
Doream s\u0103 \u015ftiu, s\u0103 pot afla r\u0103spunsuri multe dintr-o dat\u0103
\nDespre al lumii rost din \u00eenceput, \u015fi rolul ei de pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt,
\n\u015ei despre faptul c\u0103-n final, va fi o zi de dreapt\u0103 judecat\u0103
\nAsupra lumii \u00eentregi efectuat\u0103, dup-al Domnului Cuv\u00e2nt.<\/p>\n
Dar n-am putut deloc afla, nici s\u0103 pricep, nici s\u0103-n\u0163eleg
\nCu mintea mea nedezvoltat\u0103, \u015fi limitat\u0103 de copil fragil,
\nR\u0103spuns la marile \u00eentreb\u0103ri… ce-a\u015f fi dorit s\u0103 le dezleg
\n\u00cen fa\u0163\u0103-mi sta obstacolul, al v\u00e2rstei mici cu orizont ostil.<\/p>\n
Astfel trecut-au anii, scurg\u00e2ndu-se f\u0103r\u0103 r\u0103spuns, mereu,
\nIar eu sim\u0163eam o ap\u0103sare, cum golul min\u0163ii mele cre\u015fte,
\n\u015ei doream at\u00e2t de mult, s\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eent\u00e2lnesc cu Domnul meu
\n\u015ei s-aud iar\u0103\u015fi, cum vocea Sa, inimii-nsetat\u0103 \u00eei vorbe\u015fte.<\/p>\n
\u015ei iat\u0103, \u00eentr-o zi frumoas\u0103, \u00een diminea\u0163a ei de prim\u0103var\u0103,
\nCu soarele c\u0103ldu\u0163 \u015fi dulce, ce str\u0103lucea mai apriat pe cer,
\nB\u0103t\u0103i se-aud din c\u00e2nd \u00een c\u00e2nd, \u00een poarta cur\u0163ii, \u00een afar\u0103,
\n\u015ei eu ca s\u0103 deschid atunci, am mers cu sufletul stingher.<\/p>\n
Cu m\u00e2na parc\u0103 tremur\u00e2nd, am vrut s\u0103 trag \u00eencet z\u0103vorul
\nCa poarta s\u0103 o pot deschide, tr\u0103g\u00e2nd-o \u00eenapoi spre mine,
\nG\u00e2ndindu-m\u0103 s\u0103 v\u0103d ce vrea \u015fi ce dore\u015fte oare c\u0103l\u0103torul,
\nCe a\u015ftepta st\u0103ruitor b\u0103t\u00e2nd, pe l\u00e2ng\u0103-at\u00e2tea por\u0163i str\u0103ine?<\/p>\n
Dar deodat\u0103, m-am oprit o clip\u0103 totu\u015fi, st\u00e2nd \u015fi cuget\u00e2nd:
\nCu cine va fi oare acum momentul, nea\u015fteptatei \u00eent\u00e2lniri?
\nO presim\u0163ire-n minte-aveam, \u015fi-mi st\u0103ruia mereu \u00een g\u00e2nd
\nS-ar putea, c-a sosit ceasul… cel a\u015fteptat at\u00e2t \u00een z\u0103boviri!<\/p>\n
\u00cen dosul por\u0163ii-am stat atunci, un pic, g\u00e2ndind \u00een ezitare
\n\u015ei-un suflu nou m\u0103 \u00eenviora, \u015fi m\u0103 \u00eendemna tot \u00eennainte,
\nSim\u0163eam \u00een totul c\u0103-s cuprins, de-o lupt\u0103 \u00een desf\u0103\u015furare
\n\u015ei-am biruit c\u00e2nd am deschis, p\u0103truns de g\u00e2nduri sfinte.<\/p>\n
\u00cen fa\u0163a mea erau solemne-n demnitate, dar pu\u0163in sfioase,
\n\u0162in\u00e2nd \u00een m\u00e2ini ca s\u0103-mi prezinte, bro\u015furi \u015fi-alte scrieri,
\nDou\u0103 feti\u0163e, ce-a\u015fteptau timide, \u015fi-ar\u0103tau umile \u015fi pioase
\nDar st\u0103ruitoare de a vorbi, c\u0103ci duceau asupra lor poveri.<\/p>\n
,,V-aducem azi cu bucurie, \u00een dragoste vestea cea bun\u0103,
\nCe Domnul \u00een Cuv\u00e2nt ne-a spus, \u015fi prin El ne-a poruncit,
\nAcum s\u0103 facem voia Lui, to\u0163i, cu mic cu mare \u00eempreun\u0103,
\n\u015ei-avem cu noi s\u0103 d\u0103ruim, mul\u0163imi de c\u0103r\u0163i pentru citit!\u2019\u2019<\/p>\n
Astfel \u015fi-a \u00eenceput vorbirea, cu abnega\u0163ie una dintre ele
\nCu fa\u0163a-i str\u0103lucind de zel, pentru al Domnului Cuv\u00e2nt,
\n\u015ei dou\u0103 m\u00e2ini se \u00eentindeau, purt\u00e2nd mai multe c\u0103rticele
\n\u015ei m\u0103-ndemnau s\u0103 le primesc, \u015fi s-aflu voia Celui Sf\u00e2nt.<\/p>\n
\u00cen glasul lor curat \u015fi bl\u00e2nd, era ceva solemn venit de sus,
\nCe-at\u00e2ta vreme a\u015fteptasem, de ani mul\u0163i, trecu\u0163i cu greu,
\n\u015ei-am \u00eenceput s\u0103 simt din nou, c\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eent\u00e2lnisem cu Isus,
\n\u015ei-n\u0163elegeam, c\u0103 El pe cruce, \u015ei-a dat via\u0163a \u00een locul meu.<\/p>\n
Atunci, \u00een nebuloasa min\u0163ii mele, s-a f\u0103cut \u00eencet lumin\u0103
\n\u015ei sufletul cel luminat \u015fi dornic, ar fi b\u0103ut setos \u00eentruna,
\nDin apa vie\u0163ii ce-ncepuse, s\u0103 curg\u0103 limpede \u015fi cristalin\u0103
\nD\u00e2ndu-mi r\u0103spuns la \u00eentreb\u0103ri, fixate-n minte totdeauna.<\/p>\n
\u015ei vorbele rostite, parc\u0103 zburau mai repezi dec\u00e2t clipele
\n\u00cen conversa\u0163ii simple, privind al vie\u0163ii rost \u015fi al ei sens,
\nParc\u0103 sim\u0163eam c\u0103 zbor, \u015fi tot mai sus m\u0103 \u00een\u0103l\u0163au aripele,
\nSpre culmile din alte z\u0103ri, spre cerul cel at\u00e2ta de imens!<\/p>\n
Momentele scumpe tr\u0103ite, gravate \u00een amintiri de neuitat
\n\u00cen inim\u0103 a-nfipt \u00een tain\u0103, bulbul firav \u015fi sigur al credin\u0163ei,
\nF\u0103c\u00e2nd s\u0103 creasc\u0103 mai v\u00e2rtos, \u015fi mai puternic \u015fi-ncercat,
\nGust\u00e2nd cu bucurie, cuvintele, ca roade-ale f\u0103g\u0103duin\u0163ei.<\/p>\n
\u015ei au plecat cu voia bun\u0103, s\u0103 bat\u0103-n miez de prim\u0103var\u0103
\nDin poart\u0103 \u00een poart\u0103, cu sufletul curat \u015fi plin de bucurii,
\nC-au sem\u0103nat s\u0103m\u00e2n\u0163a, din dragoste pentru a c\u00e2ta oara?
\nLa cei pierdu\u0163i, la cei s\u0103rmani, la mul\u0163i cu suflete pustii.<\/p>\n
\u015ei-n urma lor, r\u0103mas-am eu, g\u00e2ndindu-m\u0103 \u015fi medit\u00e2nd,
\nCum Domnul, dup\u0103-at\u00e2\u0163ia ani, mi-a oferit iar o-nt\u00e2lnire,
\nS\u0103 aflu adev\u0103ruri scumpe, ce-au str\u0103lucit, desc\u0103tu\u015f\u00e2nd,
\nMarile-ntreb\u0103ri, ce-at\u00e2ta timp, creatu-mi-au nel\u0103murire.<\/p>\n
Flavius Laurian Duverna<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Marile \u00centreb\u0103ri M-am \u00eent\u00e2lnit odat\u0103, copil fiind, \u00een drumul vie\u0163ii cu Isus, \u00cen anii cei cura\u0163i \u015fi inocen\u0163i, \u015fi cei mai dulci ai fr\u0103geziei, \u015ei pe moment, o team\u0103 sf\u00e2nt\u0103, din iubire-n mine-a pus Atunci pentru \u00eentreaga vreme, prea scump\u0103 a copil\u0103riei. Eram elev, \u015fi la \u015fcoal\u0103, \u00een diminea\u0163a acelei zile \u00een clas\u0103, La studiul […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":9,"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":[134,127],"tags":[589,53,215,208,458,209],"class_list":["post-740","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-generale","category-speranta","tag-consolare","tag-dragoste","tag-duverna","tag-flavius","tag-intrebari","tag-laurian"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/intercer.net\/blogs\/poeziisieditoriale\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/740","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\/9"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intercer.net\/blogs\/poeziisieditoriale\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=740"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/intercer.net\/blogs\/poeziisieditoriale\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/740\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/intercer.net\/blogs\/poeziisieditoriale\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=740"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intercer.net\/blogs\/poeziisieditoriale\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=740"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intercer.net\/blogs\/poeziisieditoriale\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=740"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}