{"id":37021,"date":"2018-12-21T00:00:34","date_gmt":"2018-12-20T23:00:34","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.claret.org\/?p=37021"},"modified":"2018-12-21T00:00:45","modified_gmt":"2018-12-20T23:00:45","slug":"21-december","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.claret.org\/de\/21-december\/","title":{"rendered":"21 December"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"field field-name-field-meditacion-cita-texto field-type-text-long field-label-hidden\">\n<div class=\"field-items\">\n<div class=\"field-item even\">\u201cI never tired of being in church before the image of Our Lady of the Rosary, and I talked and prayed so trustingly that I was quite sure the Blessed Virgin heard me. I used to imagine a sort of wire running from the image in front of me to its heavenly original. Although I had not yet seen a telegraph line at that time, I had imagined how it would be to have a telegraph line to heaven\u201d<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"field field-name-field-meditacion-cita field-type-text field-label-hidden\">\n<div class=\"field-items\">\n<div class=\"field-item even\">Aut 48<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"titulo-meditacion\">\n<h2>THE SYMBOLS TO BE TRANSCENDED<\/h2>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"field field-name-body field-type-text-with-summary field-label-hidden\">\n<div class=\"field-items\">\n<div class=\"field-item even\">\n<p>Our life is mostly hasty and noisy. Life ends up as a task. We lead a busy rhythm of life, almost dizzy and crazy. We find ourselves as jostled by a thousand and one commitments, objectives and tasks&#8230;.. Perhaps, you will know that it is because sometimes we end up seeking noise to silence the demands of our need for silence. And perhaps we yearn, seek and try to find out always outside what is in our forgotten inner-self. The harp, \u201cperhaps of your forgotten master\u201d, was sleeping in that corner of the dark hall, as a poet told, \u201csilent and covered up with dust\u201d.<br \/>\nBut it seems that the human heart needs yes or a yes, at least sometimes; it is thankful almost always for a certain peaceful calmness, a pacified serenity and a quiet silence that covers up everything; in this way we feel good, peaceful and pacified in harmony with our awareness and being master of our being, life and history. The agitation and anxiety covers us up to a point perhaps and almost unconsciously even we end up bearing it within us. As we would be neither capable nor know how to exist and live differently than being in trepidation, over-loaded and jostled. Finally we recognize and know that the noise in general and a thousand one noises in particular cannot fill, overflow and satisfy us with peace. And we seek certain oasis, places and times of equilibrium, peace, serenity and tranquillity&#8230;.<br \/>\nBlessed are those who don\u00b4t speak, someone wrote, because they understand! Thousands of words, music&#8230;&#8230;. the least sound are our better companions when planning our life and trying to carry it out. There is a saying that says that the word is silver and silence is golden. Some of the great works were the result of silence. The silence is the first stone for the temple of wisdom. And the Church, like other places, can be a camp of silence and serenity, of listening to us from within and feel ourselves listened to. Don\u00b4t you find the need for silence?<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u201cI never tired of being in church before the image of Our Lady of the Rosary, and I talked and prayed so trustingly that I was quite sure the Blessed Virgin heard me. 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