Momento Espírita
Curitiba, 28 de Março de 2024
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The lady woke up in the morning and opened the window. The Sun came in smiling, flooding the room. She stopped for some time, looking at the landscape that drew from a distance, mixed with the roofs of the houses, some buildings, trees, clouds interrupting the monotony of the blue of the sky.

And everything came up to her mind, quickly, like in a kaleidoscope of successive and sequential images: the wooden house, the garden where the gillyflowers competed with the beauty and the perfume of the daisies, roses and jasmines, the orchard with so many trees.

Trees that were used to have kids hanging in its branches, savoring the fresh seasonal fruits: oranges, persimmons, yellow plums, grapes, peaches, apples, pomegranates.

Distant childhood, she thought. And, at the same time, seemed so close. How fast the years had passed and how many changes had occurred in her life…

Soon, a deep breath of nostalgia invaded her soul and she remembered of the  beloved brethren who had gone, one by one, in a relatively short time. And thought how she could have enjoyed even more of their presence.

Yes, there had been years of loving coexistence, however, she remembered, how many times she could have lengthened the permanence beside one another, a few more hours.

But, they did not do it: there were the varied appointments that requested her presence here, there.

She regretted now, while the nostalgia narrowed her embrace and the tears,  translating the emotions, were about to burst the dam of the eyes, where flickered.

How much she missed them! How good it would be to have them, next to her heart, in this day that should be only of joys. It was her birthday. And there were several decades to add, more than half a century has passed.

The thought flew to other issues and she recalled friends who had gone to the Spirituality, colleagues whom she had shared benches at school, others who she had shared tasks and actions in the company in which she worked for many years…

She thought about when she would leave. Would she be ready? She had seen so many lovers saying goodbye, sealing the lips of the body forever and passed through the threshold of death, triumphant.

So, she lifted her soul in prayer, thanking for the life she enjoyed, for the day that was just starting and that, surely, would be crowned with flowers, greetings, hugs.

And she prayed to the Lord of life to allow a few more years on the blessed Earth, that those years were full of work, of production in the good, of progress, of ascension.

Turning her thoughts to the loved ones, feeling them fluttering around her, equally nostalgic, she realized that they were there, to greet her for the victory of having won more three hundred and sixty-five days, in the flesh.

 Yes, it was a great victory. Each year fully lived, enjoyed, that is a victory. And, so, she filled her lungs with air, smiled happily and started counting the hours for the new day.

Spiritist Moment Team.
June 2, 2015.

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