The power of love

A little girl was wandering the streets of a big city, aimlessly, like a boat adrift on an uncertain sea. Without a past to anchor her, or a future to give her hope, she walked, wrapped in a cloak of loneliness and helplessness, longing for a simple glance to confirm her existence, to reveal her essence.


*Foto: Marcos Santos/USP Imagens

However, it was as if she were a shadow, a discordant note in the rushing symphony of the metropolis, invisible to the people passing by, immersed in their own worlds, walking towards the future or visiting the past, with no feet in the present. They were oblivious to the silent anguish that echoed in the sighs of that lonely little girl. In the midst of the crowd, she found herself alone, isolated in her own fog of invisibility.


To protect herself from the icy currents of this indifferent world, she imprisoned herself in a cocoon, suffocating any trace of her longing to be seen and loved, and with it, her self-respect. She resigned herself to the belief that she was invisible because she was worthless.


Until one day, a passing soul gazed at her with such depth that it echoed in her sleeping core, waking her up. Its presence was like a gentle breeze that caressed her soul, urging her to find her long lost self again. And in the meeting of those eyes, something magical sprang up. Like the flower that breaks through the arid earth at the delicate touch of a raindrop.


Through that compassionate and loving gaze, she could see her own beauty reflected, as if in front of a clear mirror that revealed the truth hidden under layers of lovelessness. It was a gaze that invited her back to life, to the fullness of her existence, to visibility, rekindling self-love and reminding her of her true worth.

True, unconditional love is capable of moving mountains, rescuing souls and healing any wound or illness. This love starts within you, from you to you, expanding to those around you and to the whole world.

This love is within each one of us, pulsating like an eternal flame that is just waiting to be ignited. It is through the loving gaze of others that we can remember our own divinity, recognizing ourselves as beings worthy of love and belonging.

This Easter, I invite you to look inside yourself and rediscover love, compassion and presence, not only to nourish yourself, but also to share, especially with those who need it most and who may have gone unnoticed. 


Be inspired by Christ's love and generosity and look around you. May we be beacons of hope, radiating love and light to all those who need and long for a simple glance that will restore their faith in themselves and in life.


Namaste!


Narjara Thamiz


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