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" BRETAGNE "

Pour que le sang dompte l 'esprit morose
Il faut, tout parfumé de sel et de goémon ,
Que le souffle atlantique emplisse tes poumons .
Arvor offre ses corps que la mer blanche arrose .

L'ajonc fleurit et la bruyère est déjà rose.
La terre des vieux clans , des nains et des démons ,
Ainsi , te garde encore , sur le granit des monts ,
L' homme immobile auprès de l'immuable chose .

Viens , partout tu verras , par les landes d'Arez
Monter vers le ciel morne , infrangible cyprès ,
Le menhir sous lequel git la cendre du brave ;

Et l'océan , qui roule en un lit d' algues d' or
Is la voluptueuse et la grande Occismor ,
Bercera ton coeur triste à son murmure grave.

José Maria de Heredia











I asked God ...


I asked God to take away my pain.
God said, No.
It is not for me to take away, but for you to give it up.

I asked God to make my handicapped child whole.
God said, No.
Her spirit is whole, her body is only temporary.

I asked God to grant me patience.
God said, No.
Patience is a by-product of tribulations; it isn't granted, it is earned.

I asked God to give me happiness.
God said, No. I give you blessings.
Happiness is up to you.

I asked God to spare me pain.
God said, No.
Suffering draws you apart from worldly cares and brings you closer to me.

I asked God to make my spirit grow.
God said, No.
You must grow on your own, but I will prune you to make you fruitful.

I asked God for all things that I might enjoy life.
God said, No.
I will give you life so that you may enjoy all things.

I asked God to help me Love others, as much as he loves me.
God said,.....Ahhhh, finally you have the idea.

( but in real ; i never had God on phone)