The time has come to grow and mature -
it's time that you stopped crying like a child
that is envious with greed for the toy that belongs
only to his own brother.
Maturity will come, only when sacrifice will
enter the hearts of the ones that are "obsessed to possess".
No possession, nor attachment, will ever give
you the complete fulfillment of peace.
The Lord, My dears, has come to take all
from you, only to give you back that which you
lost in the temporary blindness of worldly delusions.
Offer Him, Me sweet, all the evils of your possessions,
and take from Him the light heartedness - the golden wings
like that of an imprisoned bird that has found, to its joy,
its new freedom and flies to the skies where the heavens smile with its welcome.
