Sometimes a person gets lost in his own depths and abysses.

You walk lovingly into the ruins and know inwardly that their ruins are actually yours. In them you move now with despair, now with light, warmth and love.

Because you believe that warmth will bring harmony to the frozen ruins, destroy the unnecessary, warm the ruins of love…

The light will shine not only on your way, but also on the path of others. Love will bind together what is destroyed, which needs to be restored, and will transform that which needs both ruin and construction.

You travel in depths, abyss and darkness, but immersed in the softness of tenderness and acceptance.

And strangely enough, darkness gives you the courage to walk boldly. This darkness is healing because it transforms your fear into your hearts, courageous love wrapped in the robe of quiet, heartfelt prayer.

Prayer warms the cold, calms the noise of the mind and turns it into gratitude.

Gratitude found refuge in love, which shows different faces, but remains recognizable only as love.

Pure love, which repels neither anger nor doubt.

Anger is the engine on this path, and gratitude burns doubt in the soft and tender power of love that is white. It contains all the colors in itself and gently brings them together.

Just as prayer weaves within itself the impulse of anger, leading to humility and purity, which honors impurity, knowing that it exists because of it, in order to purify it.

Just as your soul roams the abyss to rise to the heights.

And you know that this is the only way it maintains its integrity.
If it stays only in the heights and flies, it will fail. And when she wanders between heights and depths, she learns a humble struggle that honors the depths as a means of absorbing quiet strength and courage.

And fly to the heights to praise the all-embracing love that is most concentrated in the dark corners of the abyss.

And you can only hold on to it by believing in love. And even if you don’t stay there, it’s not scary at all.

It’s scary to be afraid of love disguised as fear. It appears in this form to get to know its multiplicity.
And even fallen into the abyss, you know that you cannot escape love. You can only surrender to love (of your own will and humbly) or surrender. But he wins love anyway.

And in your devotion you simply understand that even if you do not want to, you kneel before the power of Love.

In darkness you kneel before God deep in your soul. In the light, you glorify God in your flight.

And there is no corner of the earth and of your soul in which God and love do not dwell.
The abyss teaches you this.

And you experience gratitude: “God, I thank for the abyss, because without it love would pale and would not know its all-foggiving!”