{"id":7479,"date":"2012-09-16T17:51:42","date_gmt":"2012-09-16T17:51:42","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=7479"},"modified":"2012-09-27T13:17:54","modified_gmt":"2012-09-27T13:17:54","slug":"in-data-de-27-septembrie-se-implineste-un-an-de-la-plecarea-spre-vesnicie-a-parintelui-adrian-fageteanu","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2012\/09\/16\/in-data-de-27-septembrie-se-implineste-un-an-de-la-plecarea-spre-vesnicie-a-parintelui-adrian-fageteanu\/","title":{"rendered":"\u00cen data de 27 septembrie se \u00eempline\u0219te un an de la plecarea spre ve\u0219nicie a P\u0103rintelui Adrian F\u0103ge\u021beanu"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201c<\/em>Smerenia e cel mai mare dar de la Dumnezeu, izvorul celorlalte. S\u0103 ave\u021bi smerenie. \u0218i jetfelnicie. Iar de ai sup\u0103rat pe cineva, s\u0103-\u021bi par\u0103 r\u0103u \u0219i s\u0103 te \u00eempaci cu el.<\/em><\/strong>\u201d<\/em> (Adrian F\u0103ge\u021beanu)<\/p>\n

Acum, c\u00e2nd mirosul toamnei ne face mai nostalgici, g\u00e2ndurile \u0219i dorin\u021ba de a vedea locuri dragi, mi-a \u00eendreptat pa\u0219ii spre Sf\u00e2nta M\u0103n\u0103stirea Lainici.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201cFata mo\u0219ului cea cuminte<\/em>\u201d, cum \u00eemi spunea p\u0103rintele Adrian \u00een ultima sa scrisoare, a sim\u021bit nevoia de a poposi l\u00e2nga crucea sa din incinta m\u0103n\u0103stirii.<\/strong><\/p>\n

M-am \u00eentrebat adesea cum ar\u0103ta locul, urma celui care m\u0103 \u00eenv\u0103\u021base s\u0103 fiu altfel. Poate nu fusesem chiar a\u0219a de cuminte. Fiind o fire mai vulcanic\u0103, m\u0103 aten\u021bionase s\u0103 stau cuminte s\u0103 nu \u00eencerc s\u0103 fac pe \u201cIoana d\u2019Arc\u201d, \u201cs\u0103 nu bravez\u201d <\/em>\u00een anumite probleme religioase sensibile.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Prin aceste g\u00e2nduri, nu bravez, \u00a0bun p\u0103rinte. Am sim\u021bit doar nevoia de a scrie\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n

Am reg\u0103sit morm\u00e2ntul modest, a\u0219a cum fusese \u0219i p\u0103rintele. Flori \u00eenflorite ce \u00eemi aminteau de dulcea\u00a0 Bucovina. Probabil a\u0219a \u00ee\u0219i dorise.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cemprejur, pietre m\u0103ricele de r\u00e2u. \u00cen partea dreapt\u0103, unele dintre ele date la o parte. Le-am pus la loc cu smerenie av\u00e2nd un sentiment confuz. Urme de pa\u0219i sau urme de ghivece pe locul de veci a p\u0103rintelui?<\/strong><\/p>\n

Adusesem \u0219i noi dou\u0103 flori \u0219i le-am a\u0219ezat pe locul gol, l\u00e2ng\u0103 Sf\u00e2nta Cruce. Aproape de gard un alt ghiveci \u00eenflorit. M\u0103 \u00eentrebam ce soart\u0103 vor avea florile mele? \u0218tiam c\u0103 diminea\u021ba voi afla r\u0103spunsul\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n

Am z\u0103bovit cu lacrimi \u00een ochi l\u00e2ng\u0103 \u201cmo\u0219ul\u201d meu. \u0218tiam c\u0103 de undeva de Sus m\u0103 prive\u0219te la fel de blajin \u0219i m\u0103rinimos. C\u00e2nd \u00eel v\u0103zusem ultima dat\u0103, chipul s\u0103u se transformase, av\u00e2nd o aur\u0103 deosebit\u0103\u2026 Am \u0219tiut atunci, c\u0103, ne-am c\u00e2\u0219tigat \u00eenc\u0103 un \u201crug\u0103tor \u00een ceruri\u201d.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Am privit candela arz\u00e2nd, lum\u00e2n\u0103rile ce ardeau lini\u0219tit.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cemi lipse\u0219te P\u0103rintele Adrian\u2026 dar, \u00eei simt prezen\u021ba.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cemi spusese cu ani \u00een urm\u0103 c\u0103 \u00ee\u0219i a\u0219tepta locul l\u00e2ng\u0103 ceilal\u021bi fra\u021bi din cimitirul schitului. Parc\u0103 \u00eenc\u0103 \u00eei mai aud vocea ferm\u0103: \u201cDupa ce voi pleca, \u00a0s\u0103 fac\u0103 ce vor cu mine<\/em>\u201d .<\/strong><\/p>\n

I-am perceput “locul” tacut, invesmantat intr-un tricolor…am inteles…
\n<\/strong><\/p>\n

Un singur lucru m-a bucurat, micu\u021ba noastr\u0103 candel\u0103 \u00eenc\u0103 mai ardea.<\/strong><\/p>\n

La plecare am primit \u00een dar dou\u0103 c\u0103r\u021bi\u2026Daruri duhovnicesti.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Cei care l-au cunoscut pe Adrian Ieromonahul, \u00een\u021beleg mai bine situa\u021bia\u2026Prigonit pe pamant, \u00een\u0103l\u021bat la Cer\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n

Dumnezeu s\u0103-l odihneasc\u0103 printre Drep\u021bii S\u0103i !<\/strong><\/p>\n

P\u0103rintele Adrian F\u0103ge\u021beanu pentru noi r\u0103m\u00e2ne \u00a0un mare st\u00e2lp al Ortodoxiei, un iubitor de neam, un M\u0103rturisitor, un adev\u0103rat Osta\u0219 a Lui Hristos.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Bucuria acestui pelerinaj a fost imens\u0103. Am putut rosti o rug\u0103ciune, mi-am sim\u021bit aproape \u201cmo\u0219ul\u201d.<\/strong><\/p>\n

La \u00eentoarcere, \u00een drum spre Timi\u0219oara, ne-am oprit la Sf\u00e2nta M\u0103n\u0103stire Prislop, duc\u00e2nd ruga noastr\u0103 \u0219i Parintelui \u00a0Arsenie Boca, Sf\u00e2ntul Ardealului.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Mariana Gurza\u00a0<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

16. 09. 2012<\/strong><\/p>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0 Rug\u0103ciune<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 de Sandu Tudor<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00cenfloritoare, Doamne,<\/p>\n

sufletul meu,<\/p>\n

cum \u00eenfloresc salc\u00e2mii \u015fi<\/p>\n

m\u0103linii,<\/p>\n

\u00eenapoiaz\u0103-mi credin\u0163a \u00een dar,<\/p>\n

cum \u00eentorci zborul p\u0103s\u0103rilor<\/p>\n

c\u0103l\u0103toare.<\/p>\n

Munce\u015fte-ntreag\u0103 suferin\u0163a<\/p>\n

mea,<\/p>\n

cum \u00een trupul mor\u0163ilor<\/p>\n

rode\u015fte plugul,<\/p>\n

apoi \u00eenal\u0163\u0103 g\u00e2ndul pierdut,<\/p>\n

fluture \u00een floarea cerului de in,<\/p>\n

\u015fi preg\u0103te\u015fte-mi sf\u00e2r\u015fit<\/p>\n

\u00eenseninat,<\/p>\n

ca asfin\u0163itul blajin de azi.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Vorba din vis<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 de Parintele Sandu Tudor<\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

A<\/strong>tipesc, la ceasul de hodina,<\/p>\n

florile si fiarele ‘mpreuna.<\/p>\n

Linul suflu fara de lumina<\/p>\n

prin tulpini si trupuri se ingana.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Somnul lor usor se ‘nfrigureaza,<\/p>\n

tresarit se tese ‘n picotire.<\/p>\n

Intre gene si pe frunze teama treaza<\/p>\n

joaca insomnarea lor subtire.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Singura faptura omeneasca,<\/p>\n

fiindca e cuvantatoare gura,<\/p>\n

chiar din adormirea ei trupeasca<\/p>\n

face talc de mare ghicitura.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Bate visu ‘n inima de om<\/p>\n

ca o apa de pe lumea ceealalta.<\/p>\n

Din adanc oglinzile de somn<\/p>\n

se ridica spre vedenie inalta.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Vezi launtric par ‘ca in afara<\/p>\n

fata lumii cea nebanuita,<\/p>\n

bucuria cea de-a-doua-oara<\/p>\n

peste noapte ochilor ivita.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Cresc minuni si nu te mai uimesti.<\/p>\n

crezi ca sunt acele ce n ‘au fost,<\/p>\n

si pornit de-avant vrei sa graiesti<\/p>\n

un cuvant sonor cu-anume rost.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Gura insa-ti sta de rece piatra,<\/p>\n

din trup stins se sbate proorocul;<\/p>\n

dar, lumina ‘n cenuseata ‘n vatra.<\/p>\n

cugetul zbucnin ‘naripa focul.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Si-ti rostesti tu vorba, fara sunet,<\/p>\n

fara de ajutorinta gurii.<\/p>\n

In ecou launtric ca de tunet<\/p>\n

trec prin tine semnele scripturii.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

<\/h1>\n

\u00a0Am auzit cantecul pasarii unice<\/strong>
\n<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 (ultima poezie a lui Sandu Tudor) <\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em><\/p>\n

Dimineata, la ceasul rugaciunii,<\/p>\n

c\u00e2nd pe ramuri sta \u00eenca proaspata roua,<\/p>\n

am auzit l\u00e2nga mine c\u00e2ntecul pasarii unice.<\/p>\n

Iata! se \u00eenalta asa de minunat, asa de limpede,<\/p>\n

si rasuna \u00een at\u00e2ta ecou \u00eenc\u00e2t pare ca lumea,<\/p>\n

marea si larga Lume, toata \u00eel asculta,<\/p>\n

firea toata \u00eel aude si \u00eei raspunde,<\/p>\n

\u00eel aude si-l \u00eensoteste p\u00e2na sus de tot,<\/p>\n

la Dumnezeu.<\/p>\n

Privesc, pe mladita unei ramuri,<\/p>\n

\u00eentr-o picatura limpede de roua<\/p>\n

si ascult c\u00e2ntecul de lumina al pasarii.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u00cen linistea lunga a clipei acesteia at\u00e2t de \u00eenalte,<\/p>\n

fara voie \u00eemi \u00eenchipui bucuria cereasca;<\/p>\n

fara de voie o descopar acum,<\/p>\n

\u00een pacea starii de rugaciune la care ma aflu<\/p>\n

si care ma stap\u00e2neste deplin.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

O descopar nu ca o oprire si \u00eenecare \u00een simtire,<\/p>\n

nu ca o pierdere a uitarii de sine \u00een extaz,<\/p>\n

ci ca o ascutime de \u00eenteles trait, limpede si curat,<\/p>\n

ca o necurmata si nemarginita suire, tot mai<\/p>\n

apropiata,<\/p>\n

tot mai crescuta \u2013 la inima cea tainica si sf\u00e2nta<\/p>\n

a\u00a0Domnului.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

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