Tell me...

What is the sun like, sincere moon?

Enchant me…

Your blue glow, your sphere.

Would we value the day,

If the evening did not make us company?

Would I have your presence, sun, darling star,

If light was dark’s enemy?

And the colours, in the absence of intensity

Would they paint pictures with such propriety?

And our own light, which we keep searching

Would it make sense in appearing?

If all was born from clarity

And from the darkness it did not come…

Where would happiness be

At the end of a journey that did not exist?

Tell me...

What is the sun like, sincere moon?

Enchant me…

Your blue glow, your sphere.

This poem talks about the human evolution; it tells us about the path we must take to achieve our big aim, the sublimity, the perfection.

The evolutionary process has its own pace. Everything in the Universe follows a gradual development, from the galaxies’ transformations and the globes, to the moral growth of the Spirits.

There is no creature in the Universe that has already been created perfect. Perfection is everybody’s finality, and there are no privileges in the Divine Creation.

Angels, for example, are just Superiors Spirits, and they have reached such position of moral and intellectual beauty through their own efforts.

We all started, with no exceptions, from ignorance and simplicity, destined to happiness and perfection.

We walk down our path making choices, always guided by the Law of Cause and Effect. We have to come back into flesh many times to develop our virtues, sown in the inner gardens of potentiality.

Creatures of God – of the Supreme Intelligence and First Cause of all things – we take the great Laws of the Universe into all levels of our consciences.

Creatures of God, we bring the possibility of constant contact with the Father, through sincere prayer and the rational confidence we have in life’s educational mechanisms.

Creatures of God, we start in the darkness, in the lack of virtues in our hearts, with the objective of conquering our own luminosity, as the celestial bodies of the Cosmos which we have learned to call suns.

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We all have the potential sun in our souls...

We all have the potential perfection in our souls…

We can only keep going, keep going forward, conquering happiness each morning, with every new opportunity that the Creator concedes us to take one more step, to shine a little bit more.

We can only keep going, keep going and loving, as there is no path more secure and agreeable than the one led by love…

Spiritist Moment Team based on the poem “Claro escuro” by Andrey Chechelero.