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AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF JESUCRISTO-4.18 Parable of the grain of mustard. (M 13, 31-32; Mc 4, 30-32)
Author: RAFAEL GARCIA BRANCHES


4.18 parable of the grain of mustard. (M 13, 31-32; Mc 4, 30-32)

“: How will we compare the God's Kingdom? Or: in what parable will we shut it up? The Kingdom of the skies is similar to a granite of mustard, which taking it a man sowed it in his field; which is the smallest of all the seeds that exists on the ground, more when it has developed, rises and becomes major than all the vegetables and a tree is done and he throws big branches, so that the birds of the sky come, and nest in his branches and under his shade they shelter ”.





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"Bendígote, Father, Master of the sky and of the ground, because you concealed these things to the wise persons and prudent ones and the descrubiste to the pequeñuelos. Good, Father, who this way has seemed well in your observance". (Lc 10,21).






ACROSTIC There are the hours of silence that in my childhood it was not finding, Impossible it seemed to leave the calm language. It does not importune rustle, the light smile Allows with the signs the powerful tomorrow. It is the perfect set, it is the illusion of the life, immaculate Heart, consolation of my help. Ah! Friendly complicity, in the longest corridor Where the kindness was living clear hours and they are they: Oh! Those who in this moment corner all my life to me. Congregated in the hours are all my senses, Occupy my shipwreck, coexist in the silence. They have not been able the years to forget your memory, You concentrate the eternal Peace, the virtue and the truth, On all the future ones, and on the presents of the sea. Blessed salty woman, shop window of the world, Mediator for mother, comes pure crystalline From the nearby Fuensanta; where your children drink; I relieve of your hope that my Mother gives force. josé pómez http://www.pomez.net
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