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Reflecting over the shortness of life, the poet Vinícius de Moraes has written, in a poem titled Christmas Poem:

For that we have been made: to remember and to be remembered.

To cry and make cry - to bury our dead.

So we have got long arms for the farewells, hands to harvest which is given, fingers to dig into the earth.

So shall it be our life: an afternoon always to forget, a star to go out in darkness, a path between two graves.

That is why we must keep vigil to ourselves, speak low, be cautious, watch the night sleep in silence.

There is not much to tell: a song about cradle, a verse, perhaps of love, a prayer for those who go.

But, let this hour not to be forgotten and for it our hearts let, bass and simple.

Because for that we have been made: to hope for the miracle,

For the participation in the poetry, to see the face of death.

 All of sudden, we shall never again wait...

Today the night is young; of death, we are just born, immensely.

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What feeling is born within us when we think about the brevity of live? Will it be of sadness, melancholy or of understanding and peace?

Only the full idea, or even conviction of immortality is what allows us to understand this brevity.

Although immortal Spirits that we are, we are living only for a season in a deadly house: our body.

And here, at this address, all things are shadowy, not perennial, not fleeting.

Our eye over the shortness of life allows us to understand that all that is external to that look, will end, it has an end.

In the same way all what we keep inside of the soul remains.

So understanding life, the farewells become see you soon.

The pain, in small lessons of a knowledge that is built in a gradual way.

The setbacks that life requires, exercises in order to give us fiber and virtues.

Everything in life, of what we keep in the intimacy, remains.

Everything else, will have the continuity of an existence.

Therefore, the sage advice of Jesus, so that we do not gather the treasures of Earth because they are brief, the thief takes away, the rust corrodes, the moths eat up.

This way, are not consistent the efforts spent only to gather treasures that will be useful for us for a short period of time. Treasures we will leave when we return to the real home.

So, let us not fret before the uncertainty of physical life. It is, only, the interval between two graves, reflects the poet.

Soon we will return home. There will be our loves that have arrived before us.

And there we will equally wait for the others to come, after concluding their own mission.

With death, we will awaken to a new reality.

So, let us live intensely the opportunities of life, in the certainty that it will always be lavish, generous, just and loving on what it offers us.

Also on the understanding that everything will be brief, because short is our passage through the planet, no matter if we stretch the years of our physical life.

Tomorrow, soon, we return to the paternal home.

Spiritist Moment Team, with verses from
 Christmas Poem, by Vinícius de Moraes.
June 28.2016.

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