If Only Everyone Could Know

There Was A Language In The World That Everyone Understood, A Language The Boy Had Used Throughout The Time That He Was Trying To Improve Things At The Shop. It Was The Language Of Enthusiasm, Of Things Accomplished With Love And Purpose, And As Part Of A Search For Something Believed In And Desired.

Each Morning Brings A Hidden Blessing; A Blessing Which Is Unique To That Day, And Which Cannot Be Kept Or Re-used. If We Do Not Use This Miracle Today, It Will Be Lost.

We Are All A Part Of The Divine Spark. All Have A Purpose In Creation And That Purpose Is Called Love. That Love, However, Shouldn't Be Concentrated In Just One Person, It Should Be Scattered Throughout The World, Waiting To Be Discovered. Wake Up That Love. What Is Gone Cannot Return. What Is About To Arrive Needs To Be Recognized.

It's Daylight, The Sky Is Cloudy, And Human Beings Believe That Beyond The Clouds Lives An All-powerful God, Guiding The Fate Of Men. Meanwhile, Look At Your Son, Look At Your Feet, Listen To The Sounds Around You: Down Here Is The Mother, So Much Closer, Bringing Joy To Children And Energy To Those Who Walk Over Her Body. Why Do People Prefer To Believe In Something Far Away And Forget What Is There Before Their Eyes, A True Manifestation Of The Miracle?

When You Were In Love, You Were Capable Of Learning Everything And Of Knowing Things You Had Never Dared Even To Think, Because Love Was The Key To Understanding All Of The Mysteries.