Job, 27
24. He had his time of glory, now he vanishes, wilting like the saltwort once it is picked, and withering like an ear of corn.
24. He had his time of glory, now he vanishes, wilting like the saltwort once it is picked, and withering like an ear of corn.
“Subamos sem nos cansarmos, sob a celeste vista do Salvador. Distanciemo-nos das afeições terrenas. Despojemo-nos do homem velho e vistamo-nos do homem novo. Aspiremos à felicidade que nos está reservada.” São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina