{"id":18556,"date":"2014-06-11T10:16:29","date_gmt":"2014-06-11T10:16:29","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=18556"},"modified":"2014-06-11T10:18:07","modified_gmt":"2014-06-11T10:18:07","slug":"gheorghe-constantin-nistoroiu-poemul-frumusetii","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2014\/06\/11\/gheorghe-constantin-nistoroiu-poemul-frumusetii\/","title":{"rendered":"Gheorghe Constantin Nistoroiu: Poemul Frumuse\u0163ii"},"content":{"rendered":"

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POEMUL FRUMUSE\u0162II<\/strong><\/p>\n

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\u00a0\u201eIisus Hristos \u2013 un\u00a0 b\u0103rbat t\u00e2n\u0103r \u015fi frumos,<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0n-are mai mult de 30 de ani;a\u015fa frumuse\u0163e numai <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00een cer g\u0103se\u015fti… O c\u0103rare dreapt\u0103 \u00eei br\u0103zdeaz\u0103 capul,<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

desp\u0103r\u0163indu-I fruntea \u00een dou\u0103. Un p\u0103r de aur, <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

adev\u0103rate fire de aur, \u00eei at\u00e2rn\u0103\u00a0 \u00een bucle pe um\u0103r; <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

un barbi\u015fon la fel; o frunte mare, alb\u0103, pe alocuri<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0p\u00e2rlit\u0103 de soare, pu\u0163in bombat\u0103 la t\u00e2mple; un nas <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

drept \u015fi frumos, cu v\u00e2rful pu\u0163in acvilin, fruntea \u015fi <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

nasul de efigie denot\u0103 un b\u0103rbat dinamic, autoritar, <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

voluntar, entuziast, cu spirit de ini\u0163iativ\u0103, \u00eendr\u0103zne\u0163,<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0r\u0103bd\u0103tor, plin de speran\u0163\u0103, eroic \u015fi curajos… idealul <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

masculin al Frumuse\u0163ii\u201d. (Dr. Sotirios Crotos)<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 Poemul Frumuse\u0163ii se dore\u0219te a fi un Imn de slav\u0103 adus Frumuse\u0163ii Atotcreatorului, ca Chip al des\u0103v\u00e2r\u015firii \u00een Iisus Hristos \u2013 Dumnezeu \u015fi Om, Frumuse\u0163ii Fecioarei Maria \u2013 primul Om \u00eendumnezeit, Frumuse\u0163ii Neamului nostru Dacorom\u00e2n \u2013 prima Semin\u0163ie spiritual\u0103 \u015fi nemuritoare a Cerului \u015fi a P\u0103m\u00e2ntului \u015fi tuturor Rom\u00e2nilor frumo\u015fi, care poart\u0103 \u00een s\u00e2nge, \u00een cuget, \u00een con\u015ftiin\u0163\u0103 \u015fi \u00een m\u0103rturisirea\u2013voca\u0163ie, virtutea cre\u015ftin\u0103 \u015fi spiritualitatea ortodox\u0103 a lui Dumnezeu, prin menirea noastr\u0103 preabinecuv\u00e2ntat\u0103.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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\u00a0 Fecioara Maria a \u00eembr\u0103cat t\u0103ria Cerului sf\u00e2nt <\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u015fi Frumuse\u0163ea P\u0103m\u00e2ntului dacic nemuritor.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Frumuse\u0163ea<\/strong> este izvorul luminii dumnezeie\u015fti,<\/p>\n

care \u00ee\u015fi face loc unde vrea…<\/p>\n

\u0218i a vrut s\u0103 se a\u0219eze<\/p>\n

mai \u00eent\u00e2i \u00een casa sufletului rom\u00e2nesc,<\/p>\n

acolo unde frumuse\u0163ea c\u00e2nt\u0103.<\/p>\n

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Frumuse\u0163ea<\/strong> nu vine nici prea t\u00e2rziu,<\/p>\n

nici prea devreme,<\/p>\n

ci doar atunci c\u00e2nd sufletul<\/p>\n

\u00ee\u0163i este \u00eenc\u0103rcat de mireasm\u0103 divin\u0103.<\/p>\n

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Frumuse\u0163ea<\/strong> rode\u015fte dorurile \u00een piept<\/p>\n

doar atunci c\u00e2nd nem\u0103rginirea a odr\u0103slit \u00een inim\u0103,<\/p>\n

c\u00e2nd graiul se toarce \u00een fuiorul mierii \u015fi crucea<\/p>\n

Cuv\u00e2ntului e aurit\u0103 de gr\u00e2ul spicelor m\u0103noase.<\/p>\n

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Frumuse\u0163ea<\/strong> este un drum senin al Prim\u0103verii,<\/p>\n

care a\u015fteapt\u0103 \u00een prag\u00a0 raza de soare<\/p>\n

\u00eenrourat\u0103 cu bunele vestiri,<\/p>\n

ale Solilor cere\u0219ti…<\/p>\n

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Frumuse\u0163ea<\/strong> nu are ziduri,<\/p>\n

nici u\u015fi \u015fi nici ferestre oric\u00e2t ar fi de aurite,<\/p>\n

c\u0103ci lumina ei tresalt\u0103, mugurul \u00eenflore\u015fte,<\/p>\n

f\u0103ptura omului c\u00e2nt\u0103 cu \u00eentreg alaiul bucuriei.<\/p>\n

Frumuse\u0163ea<\/strong> sursur\u0103 divin,<\/p>\n

\u00een toate izvoarele sufletului omului dumnezeiesc:<\/p>\n

primene\u015fte aerul cu r\u00e2uri de mireasm\u0103,<\/p>\n

\u00eemboboce\u015fte dorin\u0163ele celeste ale zorilor<\/p>\n

\u00eempodobi\u0163i cu c\u00e2ntecul apelor,<\/p>\n

d\u0103 azurului profunzime cu un z\u00e2mbet de pace.<\/p>\n

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Frumuse\u0163ea<\/strong> d\u0103 podoab\u0103 sufletului<\/p>\n

pe care \u00ee\u015fi brodeaz\u0103 anii,<\/p>\n

ca o v\u0103paie de lumin\u0103<\/p>\n

ce se aprinde \u00een sfe\u015fnicul trupului.<\/p>\n

Lumina \u00eei cade pe g\u00e2ndurile \u00eenflorite<\/p>\n

\u00een albastrul cerului.<\/p>\n

Frumuse\u0163ea<\/strong> se las\u0103<\/p>\n

peste candela fiec\u0103rui suflet aprins de dor.<\/p>\n

Frumuse\u0163ea<\/strong> se las\u0103<\/p>\n

pe cerdacul sufletului \u00eemplinit:<\/p>\n

ea c\u00e2nt\u0103 lumina ce \u00eensenineaz\u0103<\/p>\n

lumea cre\u015ftin\u0103…<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nt\u0103 lini\u015ftea,<\/p>\n

pogoar\u0103 \u00een inima credinciosului,<\/p>\n

c\u00e2nt\u0103 ortodoxia,<\/p>\n

vibreaz\u0103 ca menire dacorom\u00e2n\u0103,<\/p>\n

c\u00e2nt\u0103 plaiurile cu dor<\/p>\n

\u015fi cerul \u00eenstelat al \u00eemplinirilor.<\/p>\n

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E c\u00e2ntec duios,<\/p>\n

cerul sufletului se umple<\/p>\n

de bolta serafic\u0103 a splendorii.<\/p>\n

E c\u00e2ntec,<\/p>\n

\u00een lumina lui s-a a\u015fternut armonia.<\/p>\n

\u00cen ad\u00e2ncul inimilor curate r\u0103sun\u0103 frumuse\u0163ea c\u00e2ntecului.<\/p>\n

\u00cen piept urc\u0103 o c\u0103rare de rug\u0103,<\/p>\n

se aude un imn al bucuriei,<\/p>\n

apoi se lumineaz\u0103 totul:<\/p>\n

Dumnezeu se primene\u015fte \u00een apele Frumuse\u0163ii Sale.<\/p>\n

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Am pornit pe drumul acestei<\/p>\n

Frumuse\u0163i cere\u015fti deodat\u0103 cu<\/p>\n

Neamul c\u0103l\u0103uzit de Dumnezeu.<\/p>\n

Crucea mea a \u0163\u00e2\u015fnit din piscul Carpa\u0163ilor,<\/p>\n

\u00eenve\u015fm\u00e2nta\u0163i \u00een Suferin\u0163\u0103 \u015fi Biruin\u0163\u0103 hristic\u0103.<\/p>\n

Arcul Frumuse\u0163ii<\/strong> s-a r\u0103sfr\u00e2nt \u00een cerul sufletului meu.<\/p>\n

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Cine m-a \u00eentrupat \u00een lumea Frumuse\u0163ii<\/strong> nesf\u00e2r\u015fite?<\/p>\n

M\u0103 umple g\u00e2ndul de har,<\/p>\n

m\u0103 cuprind mrejele vie\u0163ii,<\/p>\n

m\u0103 \u00eembr\u0103\u0163i\u015feaz\u0103 fream\u0103tul tr\u0103irii.<\/p>\n

Simt fiorul Frumuse\u0163ii<\/strong> cu trilul ei de azur.<\/p>\n

De ce bat clopotele p\u0103durii?<\/p>\n

De ce se rotesc mun\u0163ii \u00een jurul Vetrei str\u0103mo\u015fe\u015fti?<\/p>\n

De ce \u00een jurul meu Frumuse\u0163ea<\/strong> c\u00e2nt\u0103\u00a0 \u015fi cerul se \u00eembujoreaz\u0103?<\/p>\n

Taina lui Dumnezeu r\u0103spunde miracolului Neamului meu.<\/p>\n

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Neamul nostru d\u00e2rz \u015fi nemuritor<\/p>\n

c\u00e2nt\u0103 Frumuse\u0163ea lui Dumnezeu.<\/p>\n

Sunt at\u00e2t de aproape de o lumin\u0103 \u00eenflorit\u0103<\/p>\n

de c\u00e2nt, de un imn \u00eenflorit \u00een Frumuse\u0163e<\/strong>,<\/p>\n

de o frumuse\u0163e odr\u0103slit\u0103-n Iubire.<\/p>\n

Lumina arde \u00eentr-o firid\u0103 \u00eengereasc\u0103<\/p>\n

r\u0103sp\u00e2ndind curcubeie de g\u00e2nd,<\/p>\n

razele i se \u00eempl\u00e2nt\u0103 \u00een albul Zilei-Mireas\u0103,<\/p>\n

furi\u015f\u00e2ndu-se-n z\u0103rile mele.<\/p>\n

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Cu sufletul meu \u00eei ating s\u0103rutul de pe frunte.<\/p>\n

Se r\u0103sfir\u0103 Frumuse\u0163ea<\/strong> \u00een fiorul arz\u00e2nd al iubirii.<\/p>\n

Alunec \u00een leag\u0103nul ramurilor pe care mugurii<\/p>\n

z\u0103mislesc chemarea.<\/p>\n

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M\u0103 cufund tot mai mult \u00een c\u00e2ntecul Dorului Dacic.<\/p>\n

Acum toate m\u0103 bucur\u0103: lumina, aerul, doinele,<\/p>\n

apele cu c\u00e2ntecele lor, lini\u015ftea serii, ciripitul zilei,<\/p>\n

florile \u00eenmiresmate, poemele cre\u015ftine,<\/p>\n

c\u0103l\u0103uzirile str\u0103mo\u015filor,<\/p>\n

Filocalia lui Dumnezeu,<\/p>\n

frumuse\u0163ea Fecioarei Maria.<\/p>\n

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C\u00e2ntarea mi se prinde de suflet,<\/p>\n

m\u0103 ridic\u0103 spre Frumuse\u0163ea<\/strong> lui Dumnezeu.<\/p>\n

Toate cele v\u0103zute \u015fi auzite cu drag,<\/p>\n

par altfel de cum au fost: totul \u015fi toate<\/p>\n

sunt pline de negr\u0103it\u0103 frumuse\u0163e.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Doamne,<\/p>\n

p\u0103streaz\u0103-m\u0103 \u00een aceast\u0103 nesf\u00e2r\u015fit\u0103 Clip\u0103<\/p>\n

s\u0103 pot zbura spre acel \u00eenalt<\/p>\n

plin de rod \u0219i frumuse\u0163e,<\/p>\n

ca Cerul T\u0103u, ce bucur\u0103 Sfin\u0163ii<\/p>\n

\u015fi Ale\u015fii p\u0103m\u00e2ntului.<\/p>\n

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Vine mireasma C\u00e2nt\u0103rii,<\/p>\n

ml\u0103dioas\u0103 ca o vestal\u0103 a Frumuse\u0163ii<\/strong> Cuv\u00e2ntului.<\/p>\n

\u00cemi str\u00e2ng clipele \u015fi-mi \u00eempletesc anii.<\/p>\n

Ferestrele inimii sur\u00e2d \u00eenflorite.<\/p>\n

Cine-mi p\u0103ze\u015fte clipa?<\/p>\n

Cine-mi adun\u0103 anii?<\/p>\n

Cine-mi hot\u0103r\u0103\u015fte destinul?<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 Sublimul Hristic! <\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 Frumuse\u0163ea Dacic\u0103 a Neamului! <\/strong><\/p>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0 Frumuse\u0163ea<\/strong> umbl\u0103 \u00eempodobit\u0103-n Iubire,<\/p>\n

d\u00e2nd sur\u00e2sul F\u0103pturii cre\u015ftine.<\/p>\n

S-a pogor\u00e2t din Cer,<\/p>\n

s-a oprit \u00een lumea lui Hristos,<\/p>\n

\u00een lumea lui Zamolxe,<\/p>\n

\u00een Codrul str\u0103bun unde c\u00e2nt\u0103 viorile apelor,<\/p>\n

acela\u015fi c\u00e2ntec divin al Mo\u015filor Neamului,<\/p>\n

care aprinde lumina fiec\u0103rei zile.<\/p>\n

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Acolo e untdelemnul bucuriei!<\/p>\n

Acolo e Copacul Neamului cu bra\u0163ele verzi<\/p>\n

\u015fi coroane de azur ce sc\u00e2nteie majestos<\/p>\n

\u00een Cerdacul Cerului.<\/p>\n

Acolo e m\u00e2ntuirea noastr\u0103!<\/p>\n

Cineva \u00eemi bate \u00een\u00a0 fereastra inimii.<\/p>\n

O fi c\u00e2ntec, o fi rug\u0103, o fi om,<\/p>\n

o fi \u00eenger, o fi dor, o fi \u00eentrebare?<\/p>\n

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Dac\u0103 e om, e cel care a g\u0103sit<\/p>\n

r\u0103spunsul la chemarea Frumuse\u0163ii.<\/p>\n

Sufletul mi-e plin de cerul Tainei;<\/p>\n

\u0163\u0103r\u00e2na aceasta \u00eemi poart\u0103 pa\u015fii \u00eenflori\u0163i<\/p>\n

\u00een iarba verde de acas\u0103.<\/p>\n

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Lumina lui Hristos \u00eemprejmuit\u0103 cu Dor,<\/p>\n

floare a Duhului Sf\u00e2nt,<\/p>\n

m\u0103 primene\u015fte chem\u0103rii Neamului.<\/p>\n

E chemarea dint\u00e2i sau alegerea dintru-nceput?<\/p>\n

Simt ecoul \u015fi m\u0103 \u00eencerc cu mirarea<\/p>\n

\u015fi totul parc\u0103-mi r\u0103spunde.<\/p>\n

\u00cen\u0163eleg taina; g\u00e2ndul toarce,<\/p>\n

cuv\u00e2ntul \u0163ese \u015fi gr\u0103irea brodeaz\u0103 c\u00e2ntarea.<\/p>\n

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\u00cen jurul meu cresc lucrurile diafane ale Frumuse\u0163ii<\/strong>.<\/p>\n

Poate c\u0103 tocmai ele m-au z\u0103mislit.<\/p>\n

Sunt vesel, sunt bucurie, sunt c\u00e2ntare!<\/p>\n

Frumuse\u0163ea<\/strong> vine ca o mireas\u0103 \u015fi m\u0103 \u00eenc\u00e2nt\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u00cen juru-mi totul c\u00e2nt\u0103.<\/p>\n

Peste tot sunt chem\u0103ri<\/p>\n

\u015fi adieri \u00eenmiresmate de c\u00e2ntec.<\/p>\n

A mai trecut o Clip\u0103!<\/p>\n

S\u00e2mburele vie\u0163ii se joac\u0103 pe uli\u0163a anilor.<\/p>\n

Afar\u0103 sunt cununi de dor,<\/p>\n

\u00eenve\u015fm\u00e2ntate \u00eentr-un cer \u015fi un p\u0103m\u00e2nt<\/p>\n

prinse \u00eentr-o fastuoas\u0103 broderie de stele.<\/p>\n

Omul alearg\u0103, n\u0103dejdea cheam\u0103,<\/p>\n

bucuria alege, fericirea c\u00e2nt\u0103,<\/p>\n

Frumuse\u0163ea<\/strong> iube\u015fte.<\/p>\n

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Frumuse\u0163ea<\/strong> nu are poveri<\/p>\n

\u015fi nici pov\u00e2rni\u015furi,<\/p>\n

\u0219i doar urcu\u015furi minunate, celeste.<\/p>\n

Numai Frumuse\u0163ea<\/strong> divin\u0103<\/p>\n

are Chipul lui Dumnezeu \u015fi al Omului ales.<\/p>\n

Simt cum \u00eemi \u00eenflore\u015fte sufletul,<\/p>\n

se r\u0103sfir\u0103 \u00een miresme calde pe roua inimii.<\/p>\n

O Frumuse\u0163e <\/strong>cu ochi de cicoare<\/p>\n

se apropie de fereastra cerului meu.<\/p>\n

Luminile se aprind \u00een g\u00e2nduri albe,<\/p>\n

sl\u0103vind m\u0103re\u0163ia Cuv\u00e2ntului \u00een cutele<\/p>\n

de argint ale dimine\u0163ii.<\/p>\n

Via\u0163a \u00ee\u015fi \u00eentinde pa\u015fii spre cer.<\/p>\n

Frumuse\u0163ea<\/strong> m\u0103 urc\u0103-n lumin\u0103.<\/p>\n

Ce bucurie e s\u0103 fii tu \u00eensu\u0163i,<\/p>\n

\u00eenso\u0163it de frumuse\u0163e,<\/p>\n

s\u0103 cre\u015fti ca un fior divin<\/p>\n

at\u00e2t de mult dorit \u015fi de sublim.<\/p>\n

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Clipele vesele brodeaz\u0103 zilele senine:<\/p>\n

cu rod mult, cu frumuse\u0163ea neasemuit\u0103<\/p>\n

a anilor buni.C\u00e2ntarea celor de demult,<\/p>\n

a celor nemuritori,<\/p>\n

\u00eemprejmuiesc frumuse\u0163ea gr\u0103dinii mele ortodoxe.<\/p>\n

Rugile lor respir\u0103 aerul bucuriei mele.<\/p>\n

De acolo, din \u00eenalt<\/p>\n

se las\u0103 peste noi aura frumuse\u0163ii lor.<\/p>\n

La ceasul rug\u0103ciuni,<\/p>\n

c\u00e2nd ramurile verzi adast\u0103<\/p>\n

smerite \u00een roua de m\u0103rg\u0103ritar a dimine\u0163ii,<\/p>\n

atunci auzi c\u00e2ntecul unic al Frumuse\u0163ii<\/p>\n

lui Dumnezeu,<\/p>\n

al Frumuse\u0163ii Neamului dacorom\u00e2n.<\/p>\n

C\u00e2ntarea minunat\u0103 \u015fi \u00een\u0103l\u0163\u0103toare,<\/p>\n

limpede \u015fi cuprinz\u0103toare,<\/p>\n

frumoasa lume a lui Hristos pare<\/p>\n

un sacru ecou al divinei Fecioare.<\/p>\n

Codrul \u015fi mun\u0163ii o ascult\u0103,<\/p>\n

marea \u015fi z\u0103rile o aud,<\/p>\n

p\u0103m\u00e2ntul \u015fi cerul \u00eei r\u0103spund permanent.<\/p>\n

Este un c\u00e2ntec de lumin\u0103<\/p>\n

care lunge\u015fte lini\u015ftea clipei<\/p>\n

\u00eentr-o bucurie cereasc\u0103.<\/p>\n

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\u00cen s\u00e2nul p\u0103cii de rug\u0103ciune,<\/p>\n

imnul ne cuprinde deplin,<\/p>\n

ne descoper\u0103 ca pe un psalm,<\/p>\n

ca pe o t\u00e2lcuire, ca pe o reg\u0103sire,<\/p>\n

ca pe o \u00eennoire, ca pe o tr\u0103ire,<\/p>\n

ca pe o m\u0103rturisire, ca pe o \u00eenc\u00e2ntare,<\/p>\n

ca pe o credin\u0163\u0103 mereu limpede \u015fi curat\u0103,<\/p>\n

totdeauna zeloas\u0103 \u015fi dreapt\u0103 \u00eentr-o nesf\u00e2r\u015fit\u0103<\/p>\n

suire spre Frumuse\u0163ea<\/strong> ve\u015fnic\u0103<\/p>\n

sf\u00e2nt\u0103 a lui Dumnezeu,<\/p>\n

a Neamului nostru dacorom\u00e2n nepieritor.<\/p>\n

O lumin\u0103 \u00eenstelat\u0103<\/p>\n

se las\u0103 peste p\u0103durea de argint a sufletului.<\/p>\n

Suntem aici, suntem acum,<\/p>\n

suntem permanent \u00een poala Bucuriei.<\/p>\n

Frumuse\u0163ea<\/strong> din clipa trecut\u0103,<\/p>\n

se primene\u015fte \u00een cea viitoare,<\/p>\n

st\u0103ruind pururi deasupra noastr\u0103.<\/p>\n

O pas\u0103re m\u0103iastr\u0103<\/p>\n

\u00ee\u015fi fluier\u0103 c\u00e2ntecul \u00een\u0103l\u0163\u0103tor:<\/p>\n

c\u00e2ntecele inimilor noastre p\u0103r\u0103sesc c\u0103u\u0219ul sufletelor…<\/p>\n

Este o s\u0103rb\u0103toare majestuoas\u0103,<\/p>\n

ca o c\u00e2ntare liturgic\u0103.<\/p>\n

Toate se a\u015feaz\u0103 \u00een lini\u015fte \u015fi a\u015fteptare.<\/p>\n

Doar soarele mai alerg\u0103 pe cer<\/p>\n

s\u0103 prind\u0103 ultimele triluri, ultimele refrene aurite.<\/p>\n

Totul este str\u0103lucitor,<\/p>\n

\u00eencununat de perlele clipelor, de splendoare.<\/p>\n

Un fior cald m\u0103 \u00eenv\u0103luie \u00eentr-o lumin\u0103 liberatoare.<\/p>\n

Inima fream\u0103t\u0103,<\/p>\n

sufletul r\u0103sun\u0103 din ad\u00e2nc \u00eenc\u00e2nt\u00e2ndu-mi f\u0103ptura.<\/p>\n

M\u0103 \u00eemp\u0103rt\u0103\u015fesc cu frumuse\u0163ea<\/strong> acestor clipe – poeme,<\/p>\n

c\u00e2t cu logodna unei vie\u0163i \u00eenc\u00e2nt\u0103toare.<\/p>\n

Beau frumuse\u0163ea<\/strong> ortodox\u0103<\/p>\n

a vie\u0163ii cre\u015ftine \u015fi sufletul \u00eemi c\u00e2nt\u0103.<\/p>\n

Peste mine,<\/p>\n

peste cei mul\u0163i plou\u0103 cu lumin\u0103 cereasc\u0103.<\/p>\n

Doruri \u00eenviorate se zbat \u00een zefirul inimii<\/p>\n

s\u0103 se \u00eenal\u0163e.<\/p>\n

Sunt chem\u0103ri din lumea Frumuse\u0163ii.<\/p>\n

Cerul iubirii mele este verde,<\/p>\n

cu nouri dantela\u0163i \u00een azur.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ridic ochii \u015fi s\u0103rut stelele,<\/p>\n

apoi \u00eembr\u0103\u0163i\u015fez p\u0103m\u00e2ntul drag \u015fi sf\u00e2nt<\/p>\n

al Martirilor no\u015ftri.<\/p>\n

\u00cen pridvorul harului,<\/p>\n

sufletul s-a deschis ca o floare aleas\u0103,<\/p>\n

pe scoar\u0163a purpurie a Str\u0103mo\u015filor dragi<\/p>\n

inima \u00eengenuncheaz\u0103.<\/p>\n

Pl\u00e2ng de bucurie \u015fi c\u00e2nt frumuse\u0163ea lor.<\/p>\n

Aud c\u00e2nt\u0103rile \u00cengerilor.<\/p>\n

Dang\u0103tul cerului se sloboze\u015fte peste Neam.<\/p>\n

Se leag\u0103n\u0103 p\u0103durile \u015fi c\u00e2nt\u0103 codrii \u00een inima mea.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Frumuse\u0163ea divin\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

deschide noua lume a Ortodoxiei,<\/p>\n

dincolo \u015fi aproape de noi.<\/p>\n

Clipele \u00een zbor,<\/p>\n

pe\u00a0 aripile timpului ne cheam\u0103<\/p>\n

s\u0103 \u00eent\u00e2mpin\u0103m Frumuse\u0163ea lui Hristos<\/strong>,<\/p>\n

Frumuse\u0163ea Cerului \u015fi a<\/strong> P\u0103m\u00e2ntului<\/strong>.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Anii tr\u0103i\u0163i frumos \u00ee\u015fi deschid \u00een\u0163elesurile vie\u0163ii.<\/p>\n

Timpul curge pl\u0103cut, liturgic…<\/p>\n

A\u015feaz\u0103 mireasma pe prispa inimii mele.<\/p>\n

M\u0103 gr\u0103besc s\u0103-l cuprind,<\/p>\n

m\u0103 prinde \u00een nimburile frumuse\u0163ii sale.<\/p>\n

Crucea<\/strong> sufletului cre\u015ftin<\/p>\n

p\u0103ze\u015fte casa dreptului m\u0103rturisitor.<\/p>\n

Crucea ortodox\u0103<\/strong> a Na\u0163iunii<\/p>\n

p\u0103ze\u015fte Casa Biruin\u0163ei lui Dumnezeu.<\/p>\n

Din z\u00e2mbetul Zorilor<\/p>\n

se aud c\u00e2ntece de cuci \u015fi privighetori.<\/p>\n

Din sur\u00e2sul sufletului<\/p>\n

se aud ca-n s\u0103rb\u0103tori c\u00e2ntecele Neamului.<\/p>\n

Din c\u00e2ntarea Neamului<\/p>\n

se aud bucuria lui Dumnezeu \u015fi a Fecioarei.<\/p>\n

Din corni\u015fa z\u0103rii,<\/p>\n

inima mi s-a deschis<\/p>\n

ca albia unui r\u00e2u prin care curge slobod<\/p>\n

mustul \u00eenfierb\u00e2ntat \u015fi spumos al<\/p>\n

Patriei mele.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Frumuse\u0163ea Patriei<\/strong> odr\u0103sle\u015fte \u00een<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 Calea M\u00e2ntuitorului Iisus Hristos. <\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 De c\u00e2nd ne \u015ftim, El,<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 e tot mai aproape, <\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 El e tot mai Acas\u0103 la Noi,<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 \u00een toate g\u00e2ndurile, \u00een toate sim\u0163irile, <\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 \u00een toate suferin\u0163ele, \u00een toate jertfele, <\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00een toate dorurile, \u00een toate crucile, <\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00een toate pogor\u00e2rile, \u00een toate biruin\u0163ele, <\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00een toate \u00eenvierile, \u00een toate \u00een\u0103l\u0163\u0103rile.<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00cen inim\u0103 bat necontenit,<\/p>\n

bat mereu g\u00e2ndurile<\/p>\n

ca ni\u015fte insule plutitoare<\/p>\n

pe verdele m\u0103rii albastre,<\/p>\n

de sub cerul t\u00e2mplei,<\/p>\n

se slobod spre o alt\u0103 chemare<\/p>\n

a acestui frumos p\u0103m\u00e2nt,<\/p>\n

ca \u00eentr-un joc necontenit<\/p>\n

ce suie la cer \u015fi zboar\u0103<\/p>\n

de pe creanga verde<\/p>\n

pe ramura albastr\u0103 a tr\u0103irii cre\u015ftine depline.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Semne ale unor jertfe sfinte,<\/p>\n

de dincolo de cer se \u00eenal\u0163\u0103,<\/p>\n

ard ca ni\u015fte Icoane frumoase<\/p>\n

\u00een naosul sufletului meu.<\/p>\n

\u00cen Viile inimilor jertfelnice,<\/p>\n

\u00eenc\u0103rcate de rod,<\/p>\n

Bunii \u015fi Str\u0103bunii umplu<\/p>\n

Potirul lui Hristos<\/p>\n

din care se cuminec\u0103 lumea cre\u015ftin\u0103.<\/p>\n

E un semn frumos: de rod \u00eensutit ,<\/p>\n

de \u00eenmiit\u0103 tain\u0103.<\/p>\n

Privirile ad\u00e2nci ale \u00cengerilor,<\/p>\n

ale Sfin\u0163ilor alung\u0103 \u00eenserarea<\/p>\n

de pe chipul stelelor,<\/p>\n

asemeni monahilor de la poalele Schiturilor.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

E ceasul Vecerniei,<\/p>\n

c\u00e2nd inima rug\u0103torului se fr\u00e2nge,<\/p>\n

ca o p\u00e2ine,<\/p>\n

d\u0103ruindu-se \u00eentr-o via\u0163\u0103 nou\u0103 tuturor.<\/p>\n

Aburul ei se \u00eenal\u0163\u0103,<\/p>\n

cu mireasma ve\u015fniciei c\u0103tre alte z\u0103ri,<\/p>\n

c\u0103tre alte t\u0103r\u00e2muri, c\u0103tre alte \u00eempliniri.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Doar nucii mai dorm<\/p>\n

\u00een fo\u015fnetul lor verde,<\/p>\n

arunc\u00e2ndu-\u015fi umbrele pe cer<\/p>\n

ca ni\u015fte chipuri de \u00eengeri.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Sub strea\u015fina nucului,<\/p>\n

Omul frumos<\/strong> simte<\/p>\n

Fiorul tainic al leg\u0103turii cu Dumnezeu,<\/p>\n

al \u00eempletirii cu Neamul,<\/p>\n

al reg\u0103sirii cu \u00eentreaga Crea\u0163ie:<\/p>\n

\u00een ciripitul \u00eembobocit al R\u00e2ndunelelor,<\/p>\n

\u00een bobul de gr\u00e2u \u00eencol\u0163it \u00een azurul Martirilor,<\/p>\n

\u00een mugurul \u00eenflorit al Eroilor,<\/p>\n

\u00een Ciorchinele Jertfei,<\/p>\n

plin de lumin\u0103 ca un candelabru de aur,<\/p>\n

\u00een care ard Sfin\u0163ii cerului,<\/p>\n

\u00een m\u0103rg\u0103ritarul de rou\u0103\u00a0 divin<\/p>\n

din care \u0163\u00e2\u015fne\u015fte<\/p>\n

mireasma de trandafir a Str\u0103mo\u015filor,<\/p>\n

\u00een suspinul suav de iasomiei al<\/p>\n

Preamilostivei Fecioare,<\/p>\n

\u00een sublimul florilor de Salc\u00e2m<\/p>\n

din care se prelinge mierea Duhului Sf\u00e2nt,<\/p>\n

\u00een dorul Potirului cel sf\u00e2nt al m\u00e2ntuirii.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00cen cerdacul Frumuse\u0163ii<\/strong><\/p>\n

sim\u0163i \u00een g\u00e2nduri aromate,<\/p>\n

parfumul z\u0103rilor,<\/p>\n

sur\u00e2sul sublim al nemuririi.<\/p>\n

De pe coama anilor mei,<\/p>\n

luna se ridic\u0103 vesel\u0103 \u015fi z\u00e2mbitoare,<\/p>\n

ca o boare de aur din gr\u0103dina lui April,<\/p>\n

f\u0103r\u0103 ascunzi\u015furi, f\u0103r\u0103 nep\u0103s\u0103ri, cu tainice chem\u0103ri…<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

De sub scoar\u0163a str\u0103bun\u0103,<\/p>\n

pic\u0103turi grele de ap\u0103 \u015fi s\u00e2nge<\/p>\n

se revars\u0103 spre aura Cerului<\/p>\n

\u00een psalmi de mul\u0163umire.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

E c\u00e2ntecul \u015fi ruga Neamului<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 nostru frumos care nu a \u00eencetat<\/strong>.<\/p>\n

Lumina lui \u00eenv\u0103luie v\u0103lul vie\u0163ii,<\/p>\n

apropiind miresmele cerului de p\u0103m\u00e2nt<\/p>\n

ca s\u0103 se z\u0103misleasc\u0103 menirile divine.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Frumuse\u0163ea<\/strong> \u015fi-a deschis cerurile sale<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 ca s\u0103 pun\u0103 cunun\u0103 alb\u0103 p\u0103m\u00e2ntului<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 din care odr\u0103sle\u015fte \u0163\u0103r\u00e2na sf\u00e2nt\u0103 a Neamului. <\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 Trupul Crucii sale hristice,<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 E mustit din Via lui Dumnezeu, <\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 ca sens al credin\u0163ei, al suferin\u0163ei,<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 al jertfei, al iubirii \u015fi al biruin\u0163ei Str\u0103mo\u015filor<\/strong>.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Mun\u0163ii salt\u0103 de bucurie,<\/p>\n

iar v\u0103ile c\u00e2nt\u0103 \u00een apele limpezi,<\/p>\n

r\u0103coroase, ce duc Doinele noastre<\/p>\n

spre z\u0103rile serafice, dincolo de senin,<\/p>\n

\u00een arealul dumnezeiesc.<\/p>\n

Armoniile se reg\u0103sesc,<\/p>\n

se \u00eentregesc \u015fi se \u00eenal\u0163\u0103<\/p>\n

\u00een sufletul celor ce se d\u0103ruiesc<\/p>\n

Frumuse\u0163ii lui Dumnezeu,<\/p>\n

frumuse\u0163ii Neamului creator.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

G\u00e2ndurile albe,<\/p>\n

melodioase curg\u00a0 lini\u015ftite<\/p>\n

\u00een \u015firagul cuvintelor alese,<\/p>\n

\u00eenflorind \u00een toat\u0103 frumuse\u0163ea c\u00e2ntecelor<\/p>\n

\u015fi a \u015foaptelor mirifice.<\/p>\n

\u00cen firea lor angelic\u0103 st\u0103 demnitatea,<\/p>\n

c\u0103ldura spiritualit\u0103\u0163ii dacorom\u00e2ne,<\/p>\n

cea\u00a0 vie, tainic\u0103, cea sf\u00e2nt\u0103 p\u0103strat\u0103<\/p>\n

dintr-o lume primordial\u0103, divin\u0103,<\/p>\n

pe care chiar de n-o vedem,<\/p>\n

o sim\u0163im rom\u00e2ne\u015fte,<\/p>\n

profund, permanent, filocalic,<\/p>\n

ca pe o F\u0103ptur\u0103 Alb\u0103<\/strong>:<\/p>\n

\u00een fiecare r\u00e2u, \u00een fiecare ram,<\/p>\n

\u00een fiecare suflare, la fiecare pas,<\/p>\n

\u00een fiecare g\u00e2nd, \u00een fiecare tremur,<\/p>\n

\u00een fiecare dor, \u00een fiecare rug\u0103,<\/p>\n

\u00een fiecare plinire, \u00een fiecare c\u00e2ntec,<\/p>\n

\u00een fiecare tres\u0103rire, \u00een fiecare raz\u0103,<\/p>\n

\u00een fiecare chemare, \u00een fiecare alegere,<\/p>\n

\u00een fiecare bucurie, \u00een fiecare n\u0103dejde,<\/p>\n

\u00een aceea\u015fi credin\u0163\u0103 str\u0103bun\u0103,<\/p>\n

\u00een plin\u0103tatea iubirii fiec\u0103rui erou,<\/p>\n

fiec\u0103rui martir, fiec\u0103rui sf\u00e2nt,<\/p>\n

fiec\u0103rui m\u0103rturisitor,<\/p>\n

\u00een fiecare Dacorom\u00e2n frumos.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Lumina Frumuse\u0163ii<\/strong> divine \u0163ese<\/p>\n

Marama Cerului sf\u00e2nt,<\/p>\n

pe borangicul de stele al \u00cengerilor,<\/p>\n

brod\u00eend continuu Ale\u015fii Neamului nostru:<\/p>\n

de atunci, dintru-nceput, de ieri,<\/p>\n

de azi \u015fi mereu,<\/p>\n

\u00eenflorind sufletele celor de demult<\/p>\n

\u00een mireasma ale\u015filor de acum.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Este muzica unei chem\u0103ri dumnezeie\u015fti…<\/p>\n

Este c\u00e2ntecul unei alegeri binecuv\u00e2ntate.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

F\u0103ptura aceea Alb\u0103<\/strong>,<\/p>\n

cu ochii de heruvim<\/p>\n

\u00een care joac\u0103<\/p>\n

toate apele albastre ale Cerului,<\/p>\n

cu c\u00e2ntecul ei de pas\u0103re m\u0103iastr\u0103…<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nt\u0103 toat\u0103 splendoarea<\/p>\n

Prim\u0103verii p\u0103m\u00e2ntului,<\/p>\n

cu fruntea luminat\u0103<\/p>\n

rezemat\u0103 de Curcubeul sfin\u0163ilor,<\/p>\n

cu bra\u0163ele \u00eenfl\u0103c\u0103rate,<\/p>\n

care \u00eembr\u0103\u0163i\u015feaz\u0103<\/p>\n

nem\u0103rginirea martirilor,<\/p>\n

cu g\u00e2ndurile albe, celeste ale poe\u0163ilor<\/p>\n

\u00een care se \u0163ese cerdacul Zilei,<\/p>\n

cu br\u00e2ul de Azur al filosofilor,<\/p>\n

tivit din sur\u00e2sul serafic al serii,<\/p>\n

cu brocardul ei verde, sacerdotal,<\/p>\n

podoab\u0103 a demnit\u0103\u0163ii nemuritoare,<\/p>\n

cu mersul ei regal al devenirii,<\/p>\n

ce calc\u0103 senin \u015fi-mpr\u0103\u015ftie miresme…<\/p>\n

Sub pa\u015fii c\u0103reia cresc majestos<\/p>\n

firicelul de iarb\u0103<\/p>\n

\u015fi trilul privighetorii…<\/p>\n

F\u0103ptura aceea Alb\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 este Frumoasa Na\u0163iune <\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Cre\u015ftin Ortodox\u0103 a Dacorom\u00e2nilor.<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Oamenii\u00a0 o \u00eent\u00e2lnesc \u0219i se minuneaz\u0103,<\/p>\n

i se \u00eenchin\u0103, p\u0103m\u00e2ntul se \u00eentoarce<\/p>\n

din drum spre s\u0103rb\u0103toare,<\/p>\n

cerul se \u00eenfrumuse\u0163eaz\u0103.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

E Frumuse\u0163ea Neamului dacorom\u00e2n. <\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 E C\u00e2ntecul de tain\u0103 al Gliei str\u0103mo\u015fe\u015fti.\u00a0 <\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 E Lumina Str\u0103bun\u0103 ca la Marele\u00a0 \u00cenceput.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 E \u00eemplinirea unei Prietenii \u00een care Frumuse\u0163ea c\u00e2nt\u0103. <\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Frumuse\u0163ea dacic\u0103<\/strong> aduce<\/p>\n

sublimul din ad\u00e2nc,<\/p>\n

\u00eel r\u0103sp\u00e2nde\u015fte \u00een mireasma ortodox\u0103<\/p>\n

a acestei lumi, t\u0103lm\u0103cindu-ne dumnezeirea.<\/p>\n

Vine ca o Mireas\u0103 frumoas\u0103,<\/p>\n

prins\u0103 \u00een voalul ve\u015fniciei …<\/p>\n

Se aud fo\u015fnetele str\u0103bune ale Dochiei noastre,<\/p>\n

\u00een Doine \u015fi Balade.<\/p>\n

Ochii ei mari, frumo\u015fi,<\/p>\n

alba\u015ftrii la fel ca prima porunc\u0103 a cerului,<\/p>\n

cu p\u0103rul lung de aur c\u00e2t sur\u00e2sul soarelui,<\/p>\n

are sufletul verde \u00een care bate<\/p>\n

toat\u0103 dumnezeirea dacilor nemuritori.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 Este vremea dacorom\u00e2n\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 \u00een care Frumuse\u0163ea divin\u0103 c\u00e2nt\u0103!<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 Este vremea divin\u0103<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 \u00een care Frumuse\u0163ea dacorom\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nt\u0103!<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 Este plinirea noastr\u0103 \u0163esut\u0103 <\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 din Frumuse\u0163ea lor, care ne-nc\u00e2nt\u0103!<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0 <\/strong><\/p>\n

Gheorghe Constantin Nistoroiu<\/a><\/p>\n

\u00cen\u0103l\u021barea Domnului-MAI 2014,\u00a0 Brusturi-Neam\u021b , Dacorom\u00e2nia<\/p>\n

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