In memory of the 73 young Eritreans disappeared in the Mediterranean .
Rodolfo Di Nardo
We're talking too much about our Christian roots and we do not remember most of what it means to be Christian. Jesus Christ to fishermen, his first disciples, he said only:
"Go in peace and may the peace of God go"
Even our 73 young Eritreans went in peace. They fled to a land inhospitable and a dictatorial regime. The best children of Eritrea left the most beautiful sea in the world to seek refuge and hospitality in our ports. Maybe talk a little bit of Italian remembering the stories of their grandparents, where, as Ascari, fought on the side and the "Italians good people".
In time of need no one helped them. Even the laws of the sea, which require real assistance to the survivors, have been distorted and ignored. For more than 20 days are left alone in the middle of the Mediterranean, a sea over the centuries has always united different peoples.
The Lord is my pilot
Baudelaire wrote in "Fleurs du Mal", which the free man always loves the sea because the sea is the its mirror, and so provides the his soul in the infinite development of the wave.
I wish all the people who feel free, who love the sea and still have the courage to contemplate his own soul, to join me to dedicate the 73 Eritreans missing Psalm 23, in its seafood.
In memory of the 73 Eritreans lost at sea.
The Lord is my Pilot,
I Shall Not drift.
He guides me across the dark waters.
He steers me in deep channels.
He Keeps my log. He pilots me by the star of holiness
for His name's sake.
Yea, though I sail 'mid the fenders and tempests of life
I shall dread no danger for He is near me.
His love and care
shelter me.
He prepares a harbor before me
in the homeland of eternity.
He anoints the waves with oil,
my ship rides calmly.
Surely sunlight and starlight
shall favor me on my voyages
and I will rest in the Port of our Lord
forever.
He guides me across the dark waters.
He steers me in deep channels.
He Keeps my log. He pilots me by the star of holiness
for His name's sake.
Yea, though I sail 'mid the fenders and tempests of life
I shall dread no danger for He is near me.
His love and care
shelter me.
He prepares a harbor before me
in the homeland of eternity.
He anoints the waves with oil,
my ship rides calmly.
Surely sunlight and starlight
shall favor me on my voyages
and I will rest in the Port of our Lord
forever.
Il Signore è il mio Pilota ,
non andrò alla deriva.
Attraverso acque oscure mi conduce
In canali profondi mi segue.
Regge il mio log.
He leads me to the star of holiness,
for the sake of His name.
Yes, although I navigate through the storms and tempests of life,
I fear no evil, because he is beside me.
His love and His care
give me shelter.
front of me he prepares for a port,
in the land of eternity.
Spread the waves with oil, my ship
proceed calmly.
Of course the sun and stars
will support me in my travels and will rest in the Port of
our Lord forever.
for the sake of His name.
Yes, although I navigate through the storms and tempests of life,
I fear no evil, because he is beside me.
His love and His care
give me shelter.
front of me he prepares for a port,
in the land of eternity.
Spread the waves with oil, my ship
proceed calmly.
Of course the sun and stars
will support me in my travels and will rest in the Port of
our Lord forever.
0 comments:
Post a Comment