vrijdag 30 september 2022

vredes-krans

ROZENKRANS VOOR DE VREDE

VAN KINDEREN IN OORLOG






GROTE KRAAL

HEILIG HART VAN JEZUS

BRON VAN ALLE WONDEREN

STORT UW GENADE UIT OVER

ALLE CONFLICTEN IN DE WERELD.

AMEN


eerste tientje

Bij de Engel van de Vrede, smeken wij God: 

verzacht het lijden van de kleintjes.

Amen


tweede tientje

Bij de Engel van de Liefde, smeken wij God: 

verzadig de honger van de weeskinderen.

Amen


derde tientje

Bij de Engel van Genezing, smeken wij God:

verzorg de wonden van onschuldigen.

Amen


vierde tientje

Bij de Engel van het Licht, smeken wij God:

verhelder de paden van de kinderen in de wereld zo

dat ze de Liefde van de Moeder Gods kunnen vinden.

Amen


vijfde tientje

Bij de Engel van Barmhartigheid, smeken wij God:

bewaar in Uw Hart, Heer, emigranten en vermisten.

Amen


tot slot van de rozenkrans:

smeekbede aan de drie H.Harten

Meest zuivere Hart van Maria, Moeder en Koningin van de Vrede

Meest kuise Hart van Sint-Jozef, Werker en Beschermer van de zielen

Heilig en Goddelijk Hart van Jezus, wij smeken U, in de naam van de mensheid:

moge het Koninkrijk Gods gevestigd worden

tot de Duizend Jaar Vrede zijn vervuld.

Amen

(3x)


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rosaria 3



One morning, after praying with Cosimo... 

I say to him: 'Cosimo, if I saw Jesus, I would die.' 

And he put his hand on his forehead, and said: 

'What are you saying, mom!' 


And I: 'Yés, if I see Jesus, I die.' 

And he: 'Mom, you don't die.' 

'Because you eat Him, you don't die!' 

'Eating is more than seeing, He gets inside of you.'


For the umpteenth [zoveelste] time, that child was right: 

eating is more than seeing!


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Rosaria had one of the many pneumonia that accompanied her throughout her life... 

so we decided that as soon as she left the hospital, she would receive first communion. 

As we gave her this news, she flourished again


But a strange request was made on her part. 

She told us: 'Mom, Dad, I want to have my first communion in the hospital chapel.' 

And I immediately replied: 'Rosaria, we are always in the hospital, at least at a day of celebration, we go somewhere else." 

And she: 'Mom, do you not realize that when we go down to the chapel, there are only people crying? I would like to give Jesus a day of joy and celebration!'

And so it was. 

We asked permission from our parish priest who allowed us to do it there. 

Rosaria was not mistaken: it was a great event for patients, hospital staff and for Jesus. 

In the evening, before going to sleep, she said: 'Mom, I'm so happy!' 

'I would like all the children to be happy like me... 

today Jesus smiled so much!'


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rosaria 2

In the Gravina house, prayer groups were organized... 

with the children to recite the Holy Rosary.





One day Rosaria asked Mama Carolina for a second Rosary in addition to the one she was holding in her hands. Carolina saw that she was having a hard time using the two together. 

On the second day, Rosaria asked again for a second Rosary, and then het mother asked her why she kept two, since she was already struggling with only one. 

'Can't you see that my friend doesn't come to say the rosary? Then I'll recite it for her' Rosaria replied.

So she recited a rosary for herself and one for her friend, that's why she asked two!

After a few days her friend showed up again at the Gravina house... 

to recite the Holy Rosary.


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rosaria 1

Rosaria's relationship with God... 

began to deepen thanks to her little sister Giastin

With her, she kept company with Jesus Who was alone and sad on the cross: while everyone told Him their unhappiness, the two of them decided to make Him laugh with jokes and funny stories. They said that Jesus was happy to be in their house, because He could laugh.



Compared to Giastin... 

Rosaria over time cultivated a more intimate and profound relationship with God the Father, Whom she wanted to console for the pain of the loss of His Son Jesus, always resorting [haar toevlucht nemend] to play and sympathy.

She lived her days in joy with her friends, her parents, her sister Giastin, whom she loved very much and to whom she acted as a mother, and then with her little brother Cosimo, and put a lot of effort into her studies. In January 1996, when she was in the sixth grade, she won a special prize in the school competition 'Handicap as a reason for growth of the social spirit'. 




She had many interests. 

Especially reading, music and singing. 

Temperamentally, she was as sweet and joyful as she was strong and firm in her ideas.

She was fearless and courageous and one of her favorite literary genres was horror, because she found it funny, ridiculous. She loved all kinds of music, and even listened to it while she studied to concentrate better.





One day she asked a chorister [koorzanger] to teach her to sing... 

because she wanted to praise God with singing. 

She was part of the Azione Cattolica [Catholic Action] and she dreamed of becoming an ACR educator one day. Her group came to our house to make the meetings, and since after listening to her talks no one could say anything anymore, she decided to always intervene last, so that everyone could express themselves.



Rosaria rose to heaven on March 28th, 1996... 

at the age of fifteen, on the same day, of the same month, and at the same time, when in 1982, fourteen years earlier, in the clinic in Düsseldorf, she had been given only two more months to live.


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giastin 5

'We are in the world the way we are'...

Giastin told her mother.




In the description of the dry trees, apparently dead... 

Giastin is strongly autobiographical: 

despite her illness, the deformities of her body, she remains in the humility of welcoming and experiencing herself the way she is, without pretension or expectation of physical healing, her soul feeding itself with God.



Her physical limits, like any person's limits... 

are no barrier to living fúlly.

Because all you need to be happy...

comes from above.


Shortly before her death, in 2004, she wrote:

'No one is a prisoner of his limits...

as his mind is free to fly.'


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giastin 4

The sun is life.

Without it, we could not live.

How beautiful it is to see at sunset, with all its colors, every time it is different. 

365 days a year, it sets differently. 

Not to mention when it rises...


Il Sole / The Sun

Grasping those emotions is inevitable.

When the sun comes up, it is a new life, a new day, a new opportunity to change.





In most of my paintings the sun is depicted. 

Which for me represents God... 

as the One Who is above everything... 

as the Source of Life, as something that cannot be done without.





I always draw it at the center...

because it is at the center of my life... 

and it should be at the center of everyone's life.


I always hope to convey this. 

I hope that after seeing my paintings... 

someone will welcome God into his heart.


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giastin 3

Then there was that part of her... 

mixed with her love for Jesus crucified. 

She told Him everything. Every evening, she had this appointment with Him. 

-

She was 8 years old... 

and one morning I asked her: 'Giastin, how can you talk to Jesus? Do you see Him?' 

She put her hand to her forehead as if to say: 'What question are you asking me?'

She then replied to me: 'See mom, if you put your eyes closed, and start talking with your mind to Jesus, and listen in silence, you realize that He answers you! Mom, you really feel it!'

Seeing, that I was staring at her without saying a word, she resumed: 'Mom, you don't understand, Jesus is not only body but also Spirit. I didn't want to scold you, but make you understand how to do it!' 

I started laughing so as not to make her feel mortified... 

and thanked her for teaching me how Jesus felt.






She had such a big heart...

that she has always shared everything.

First with her sister Rosaria and then with Cosimo. 

What tenderness she gave me, when she said: 'Rosaria, will you take me in your arms?' 

As I put her on her sister's legs, she promptly licked her and said: 'Rosaria you are so good.' 

How many times did Rosaria say: 'I don't take you, because you lick me!' 

She: 'I promise, I won't do it.'

But as Rosaria was distracted, she promptly did it. 

And as Rosaria told her that she had promised, she replied: 'Yes, but I told Jesus it was a fake.'

-

She always prayed for others. 

Once a friend of ours who was on his way to Lourdes, asked her if she wanted to write a note for Our Lady... She wrote that note, and handed it to me to then give it to this friend of ours. I never looked in her diaries or in her things, but that morning I don't know why, but I opened that piece of paper, where it was written: 

'Mama my Dear in Heaven, I do not ask for healing for me, I pray for all the people that Papa God has put on my path, that they always have peace in their heart.'

She was always like this. 

'Mom,' she said, 'you have to pray first for the soul, then for the body.'




Giastin did a lot... 

even outside the walls of our house...

out of respect for what she thought about good. 

She said: 'You don't have to put up posters, God knows.'

-

On February 12th, 2004 she wrote in her diary: 

'No man is a prisoner of his limits if his mind is free to fly'. 

Her body has never been a limit for her.

She has always flown free and continues... 

to fly into people's hearts... 

today.


giastin 2

This painting, Maternità... 

is one of Giastin's last paintings... 

prepared for an exhibition she never managed to set up.




Two distinct trees, representing parent and child... 

have their trunks united in one point at the base. 

Their union will not last long, as they are destined for a complete separation. 

Giastin wants to communicate that mother and father must let their child go... 

because this is what true motherhood and fatherhood consists of. 

-

Even if the title refers to motherhood... 

the painting does not only represent the mother figure. 

Because God is mother ánd father, and parenting must be inspired by that of God towards man. 

-

The smaller trunk in the shade takes light from the large tree illuminated by the sky, and the position of the two foliage suggests a great tenderness of looks. 

The trunks are very robust, as always in Giastin's paintings, because they refer to the strength and solidity of the love that unites parents and children, inspired by the love that unites God to man. 

The sky at dawn has a streaked [gestreept] appearance, due to the diluted [verdunde] color that gives the image a rarefied [ijle] and unreal atmosphere.

-

For the first time Giastin introduces the gold color... 

in the sky and in the grass... 

to symbolize the spiritual wealth that parents give to their children to go into the world... 

and for this, she affixed her signature on the earth, to testify how many precious things...

she has received from her mother and father.


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giastin 1

Already at the age of two and a half... 

Giastin was beginning to have a relationship of special friendship with Jesus. 

She was sorry to see him suffer on the cross and kept Him company by telling Him what she lived every day. Together with her sister Rosaria, she told Him jokes and funny facts, to distract him from all the pain that people normally pour on him. In doing so, they were sure that Jesus would always go to see them to have fun.




Out of curiosity... 

to understand everything that was written... 

Giastin asked her sister to teach her to read and write when she was only five years old and she soon became passionate about daily reading of the Gospel for children.

From the age of four, she showed a great passion for drawing, making her prefer colors to toys. Her days went by happily, devoted to drawing and writing, but above all to her friends, who populated our home, and to the great love of her sister Rosaria, to whom she was very attached.

When her beloved sister died in 1996, Giastin was nine years old, and to her great chagrin, she abandoned all her passions for four years and then resumed them with great enthusiasm.








Not being able to enroll in the Art School... 

as she would have liked... 

for health reasons... 

she began a passionate study of the artists most congenial to her, Monet and especially Van Gogh.

She painted and wrote a lot, so much so that in 2002 San Marco in Lamis hosted the first exhibition of her paintings entitled 'Il Volo', revived in Rignano Garganico in August of the same year.

She began to collaborate with the beatitutdo.it site in the section dedicated to children, called Beatitudokids, where she shared her passions and her discoveries, and offered a reflection on the values ​​of life.

In June 2003, she proposed to San Marco, Apricena and Rignano Garganico a new exhibition entitled  '…E Continuo A Volare...' [and I keep flying].



In 2003 she published a collection of poems and prayers presented to high school students in the town's municipal library, an event filmed and broadcast by RAI.

On February 21st, 2004, Giastin flew to heaven, and on June 4th and 5th  of the same year, in Foggia, at Palazzo Dogana, the retrospective entitled 'Giastin racconta' was held, re-proposed in Otranto at the Diocesan Museum on June 19th. 

Subsequently, the exhibition was hosted in Torremaggiore, in Rignano Garganico, in San Giovanni Rotondo (all in 2005) and in Sternatia (in August 2007).

On May 22, 2004, the Giastin Prize was established in the city of Asti's 'La Poesia Salva la Vita'. In 2005 she was included in the Bolaffi catalog for works of art, and since 2008 she has been one of the contemporary poets in the Provincial Library of Foggia.

-

For each event... 

Giastin always prepared much earlier. 

Like for Christmas, she already started in September for the decorations to be made. 

Because every year, the crib theme was different, and so the tree changed style too. 

She never got bored. 

In the evening, when I said to her: 'Giastin, I'll put you to bed', she replied: 'Why are the days so short?' I looked at her, and laughing I said: 'Giastin, you are unique, I believe that the good Lord threw the mold after creating you.' 

She laughed out loud replying: 'Sure mom, He wants me unique in the world!' 

What a subject that she was! 


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cosimo 7

This deep part of him... 

did not prevent him from being a boy who enjoyed himself, going out with his friends, being everyone's wise advisor, as well as he liked girls, his heart beating especially for Michela. 

Every now and then, he would repeat to me: 'Mom, I'm not as holy as my sisters.' 

I looked at him smiling and asked: 'Why are your sisters holy?' 

And he: 'Yes mom, they were so good.' 

I repeated to him: 'Let God decide whether your sisters are holy.' 

And he smiled. 




He talked to me about his funeral as a big party... 

and then concluded: 'But for/from? me, there won't be many people and many priests.' 

Instead, God rewarded his desire for a party, that day were the ashes, but the parish priest rang the bells on his arrival, as he had always wanted, and there were many people and many teenagers. 



When the procession of the priests passed by... 

I said to myself: 'You'll see, Cosimo, there will be some for you too.'

So I counted, there were seven, he had more than his sisters, and I imagined him so happy with that party. It was the feast of all the feasts he had organized. 

The parish priest began his homily by looking at the assembly, saying: 'Cosimo, this is your first miracle, I have never seen so many boys and girls in this church.' 

Everyone was there, at his party. 



I conclude this writing by quoting Cosimo's words written in his diary: 

'The key to Heaven is Forgiveness.'


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cosimo 6





Worried about having this strange character at home, that is Pippo... 

one day I asked him how Pippo was... 

and he: 'For me, he is an angel, because mom, you don't see him?' 

I replied: 'Cosimo, mother is not as special as you are...' 

-

One day, a priest asked him the same question. 

And he: 'Why can't you see him?' 

He said no, then Cosimo said: 'Then you are not as special as my mother says.'






For him there were no borders. Heaven and earth were one.

In short, our house was always crowded with characters that our eyes did not see. So I confronted my spiritual father, and he said to me: 'Carolina, don't ask for anything, let him live peacefully, when he shares these events with you, leave him alone, and welcome what he tells you and treasure it!' 

So I always did, and now Pippo was part of our family, and everyone knew it.

-

One of the things Cosimo did... 

was communion for his angel Pippo. 

Because Pippo could adore Jesus, but could not eat him

So he offered Pippo his body, to be able to take Jesus. 

'Mom, it is beautiful, I feel like I fly when I do this.'


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cosimo 5

One evening... 

- Rosaria had already flown to heaven - 




Cosimo was sleeping in her bed, I was with Giastin, also in her bed next to that of her little brother, when Giastin told me: 'Mom, can we give a name to our guardian angel?' 

I replied: 'Of course, Giastin, what do you want to call him?' 

She replied, 'Simpaty. And you mom?' 

I added: 'I call him Armony.' 

Suddenly, Cosimo took off his two central fingers that he was sucking and said: 'Mine is called Pippo'. 

I looked at him and said: 'What a bad name!' 

He: 'His name is Pippo.' 

Thus Pippo entered our house. 



But who was this strange character... 

with whom Cosimo played and laughed? 

The only thought that came to me is that he had made an imaginary friend.

So the days went by until we had to move, but in the new house their bedroom overlooked a football pitch, and Cosimo's requests began: 'Mom, when it's hot, can you take me to play football?'

'Yes, Cosimo' 

'And you'll stand me up to kick the ball?' 

'Yes Cosimo.' 

This every day. 

And so I told Giuseppe that that house was not suitable for us, because the child suffered too much from seeing the other children play while he couldn't. 

So we decided that evening to find another home. 

But in the morning, when Cosimo woke up, he told me: 'Mom, everything is fine.' 

I asked what it was that was all right. 

And Cosimo: 'Mom, you don't need to take me out to play soccer, Pippo and I have made up a team, we are in that of the Angels, then there is that of the Saints, and they are luckier, they have Jesus as goalkeeper, and He with a para finger, we can never score!' 

I still did not understand what was happening. 

And laughing I said to him: 'Cosimo, put Jesus as arbiter!' 

He: 'Yés,mom!' 



So he spent the day happy, went to sleep... 

and in the morning he said: 'Mom, your idea was not good at all.' 

I asked what had happened.

And he: 'Jesus cannot referee any match.' 

I asked: 'Why?' 

Cosimo replied: 'He doesn't even give a foul [fout], he always says forgive, forgive...'



My hair got curled! 

Cosimo, how did he know that Jesus invites us to forgive always, he was 3 years old! 

And so, without letting him notice anything, I told him to let Jesus be a reporter, and so play as they liked. In the evening he couldn't wait for it to be dark, and wanted to go to sleep immediately, he had Pippo waiting for him. An they made Jesus the chronicler, with the promise that sometimes they would make Him play.


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cosimo 4

Giastin gave Cosimo the page of the 'Beatitudes'... 

with the hope realizing at least one in life... 

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cosimo 3



When his older sister Rosaria died, in 1996, Cosimo was two. 

And when his sister Giastin died, he was ten. 

The relationship with Giastin was very deep. She played a bit like his mother, but she also elected him as art critic of her paintings, and redid a canvas if he didn't like it.




Rosaria, the elder sister, gave Giastin... 

and Giastin gave Cosimo the page of the gospel of the 'Beatitudes'... 

with the hope of, when realizing at least one in life... 

embracing all three again one day in Paradise. 



And Cosimo flew to heaven on February 24th, 2009...

certain of reaching his sisters, thanking everyone... 

and repeating three times "Jesus, you know I love you".


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donderdag 29 september 2022

cosimo 2

Very attached to Confession and the Eucharist... 

Cosimo scrupulously prepared himself for reconciliation... 

by always praying Psalm 50...

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PSALM 50

Een psalm van Asaf. 

De God der goden, Jahwe, Hij spreekt. 

Hij roept tot de aarde, van waar de zon rijst tot haar dalen: uit Sion, kroon aller schoonheid, is God in straling verschenen. Hij nadert, God, breekt het zwijgen; verterend vuur gaat voor Hem uit, het stormt rondom Hem vervaarlijk. Hij roept: tot de hemel daarboven, tot de aarde; Zijn volk gaat Hij richten.  



'Vergadert Mij mijn getrouwen, hen die Mij brachten hun offers, zich plechtig met Mij verbonden.'  

De hemel meldt het: 'Hij zal recht doen. God zelf is als richter verschenen.'  

'Hoor, mijn volk, Ik wil tot u spreken, tegen u, o Israël, getuigen. God ben Ik: uw eigen God. Om uw offers kan Ik u niet laken, offerrook stijgt gestaag tot Mij op; doch Ik wens geen stier uit uw stal, geen bokjes uit uw omheining. Mij behoort wat er leeft in het woud, en de duizenden dieren in de bergen, Mij ontgaat geen vogel daarboven; wat er huist in het veld behoort Mij. Had Ik honger - Ik vroeg niets aan u: Mij behoort de aarde en haar rijkdom. Dacht gij dat Ik stierenvlees at, dat Ik bloed van bokken zou drinken?  

Dankbaarheid zij uw offer aan God de Allerhoogste; kwijt Hem uw geloften: roept Mij dan, in het uur van uw nood en Ik red u: dan zult gij Mij eren.'  



En tot wie onoprecht zijn, spreekt God: 'Wat hebt gij Mijn Geboden op te zeggen, wat voert gij Mijn Verbond in de mond? Gij die u verzet tegen tucht, die Mijn woorden zo achteloos laat liggen? 

Ziet ge een dief - aanstonds wordt ge zijn maat, met ontuchtigen zijt ge gemeenzaam, uw mond laat ge vrij in zijn kwaad, uw tong koppelt leugen aan leugen. Waar ge zit, bepraat ge uw broeder, brengt de zoon van uw moeder in opspraak. Zo deed ge - en moet Ik dan zwijgen? 

In uw waan acht ge Mij uw gelijke: uw schuld stel Ik gestreng u voor ogen. Godvergetenen, ziet het toch in! Als Ik toesla zijt gij verloren. 

Offert lof: dan bewijst gij Mij eer. 

Wie onbevlekt is op zijn pad... 

hem zal ik tonen...

het heil van God.' 


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cosimo 1

From the first months of his life... 

Cosimo turned out to be a special child.




Already a few months... 

he manifested a special relationship with God... 

and before the age of two, he saw and communicated with his Guardian Angel Pippo




He had a very deep relationship with Jesus and with Heaven, that he often went to visit at night, during his sleep. He loved Jesus so much that he suffered in not being able to receive Him before his First Communion. 

When the priest raised the host for consecration during mass, he hoped that moment would last as long as possible, for him to be able to contemplate Jesus in the Blessed Sacrament. Very attached to Confession and the Eucharist, he scrupulously prepared himself for reconciliation with God by always praying Psalm 50.


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gravina 6






Christmas is something to be enjoyed
and then told: a special day, evil is abolished.
Smile in all colors, Love born in hearts.

The stars shine in the sky, no difference in skin.
A wonderful night, in the cradle Jesus rests.
He was born to teach us all to Love.


-Painting & Poem
2003-



gravina 5

COSIMO

A few years passed... 

and I found myself in my 4th pregnancy. 

I decided to do the amniocentesis [vruchtwaterpunctie]

I wanted to face everything from the beginning, so the verdict was the same, but this time I was not angry, I knew that God was with me, and so I decided for life and with life. 



Cosimo was born on September 5th, 1994. 

He was a boy, something was wrong, because the doctors claimed that if it hits the female gene, it could not do anything about the male gene? And wasn't it one in four? Even today, we do not know what happened and why, the geneticist simply told us: a fatality and that it can happen one in a billion people. 

We have been chosen. Today we are aware that in our house we have hosted three wonderful souls, who have brightened our days, and who now continue to be close to us in heaven. 

Death separates bodies, not souls. 

We feel united when we pray... 

or when we communicate with the Eucharistic Sacrament. 

Christ defeated death for us. 

For you, and for everyone.




Their illness was a fatality.

Their life was full of beauty and in the end they won... 

their soul was always joyful and serene in God.

Today I define them like this: 

Rosaria the Light. 

Giastin the Announcement. 

And Cosimo the Prayer. 


These elements need each other as in a circle. 

A continuous thread.



Giastin flew to heaven on February 21st, 2004... 

wearing his dance shoes... 

because the first thing she would do in Heaven was dance for her God of her's.

Cosimo flew to the sky on February 24th, 2009... 

after repeating 3 times: 'Jesus, you know I love you.'

The miracle also came true in Giastin and Cosimo... 

God extended their days - even if they didn't live 90 years. 

Rosaria lived 15, Giastin 16 and Cosimo 14 years.




All our children chose the sky after a short period with us. 

But their passage was not useless. 

And as Giastin said: 

'The world is beautiful precisely because there are different trees, different flowers, and above all different people, and each of these people is an important piece, that is valid, and serves to complete the puzzle of God.'


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