{"id":1766,"date":"2012-08-31T19:43:36","date_gmt":"2012-08-31T19:43:36","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/zupaduhasvetoga-nustar.hr\/aneli\/"},"modified":"2012-08-31T19:43:36","modified_gmt":"2012-08-31T19:43:36","slug":"aneli","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/zupaduhasvetoga-nustar.hr\/aneli\/","title":{"rendered":"An\u0111eli"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"a<\/a>MOM AN\u0110ELU \u010cUVARU<\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/h1>\n

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PRIGODOM 40. GODINA SVE\u0106ENI\u0160TVA<\/span><\/p>\n

1972-2012.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Vodi me, an\u0111ele moj, putem vedrine<\/span><\/p>\n

i krila mi daj za let prema vje\u010dnosti,<\/span><\/p>\n

nebo otvori, ovo moje u kojem jesam <\/span><\/p>\n

i tvoje u kojem \u017eelim sutra biti.<\/span><\/p>\n


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No\u0107as je, o Bo\u017ee moj, <\/span><\/p>\n

an\u0111eo utkao mir u moje snove i<\/span><\/p>\n

zapalio svjetiljku djetinjstva,<\/span><\/p>\n

pa u svijetlu nebeskom silazi<\/span><\/p>\n

u moju sobu.<\/span><\/p>\n


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I nakon puno godina, kad se u molitvi An\u0111ela sjetim,<\/span><\/p>\n

djetinjstvo nado\u0111e,<\/span><\/p>\n

zamiri\u0161e na mamu i kruh, toplo mlijeko i<\/span><\/p>\n

oca koji uspravan stoji pod zvjezdanim nebom <\/span><\/p>\n

dok moli ” O\u010de na\u0161”.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Ka\u017eu da je vjetar u kro\u0161njama<\/span><\/p>\n

probudio ptice<\/span><\/p>\n

dok su pauci pleli mre\u017ee od sna, a ja znam da je to<\/span><\/p>\n

bio \u0161um an\u0111ela zadu\u017eena za moje snove<\/span><\/p>\n

da se ne bi ugasila modra svitanja u mojim o\u010dima.<\/span><\/p>\n


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Kao nekad, uvijek isto:<\/span><\/p>\n

kad crkvena zvona pozdravljenja dozovu no\u0107,<\/span><\/p>\n

a jutrom probude zoru,<\/span><\/p>\n

djeca rastu, an\u0111ele moj u sjeni krila tvojih.<\/span><\/p>\n


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Majke pjevaju nad kolijevkama.<\/span><\/p>\n

Moja je imala o\u010di Gospine,<\/span><\/p>\n

modre k\u00b4o nebo<\/span><\/p>\n

i krila od vjetra.<\/span><\/p>\n


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Rasula bi se jutrom, ku\u0107om i oku\u0107nicom.
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s nama u naru\u010dju, an\u0111ele moj,<\/span><\/p>\n

“snagom svojom je zakrili”, pa mi se \u010dinilo<\/span><\/p>\n

da snen, u snovima, s tobom letim nad oranicama.<\/span><\/p>\n


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Blizinu tvoju osje\u0107am a srce mi zaigra nadom pa<\/span><\/p>\n

molitvom doti\u010dem Bo\u017eje i tvoje lice,<\/span><\/p>\n

a strah me samo\u0107e.<\/span><\/p>\n


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I tako zorom ulazim u novi dan<\/span><\/p>\n

u \u017eelji da bude osut<\/span><\/p>\n

ljepotom neba do ve\u010deri .<\/span><\/p>\n

Molim spokojan, dok ti bdije\u0161<\/span><\/p>\n

nad mojim sve\u0107eni\u010dkim koracima.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Uz tebe, an\u0111ele moj, strah je od \u017eivota manji i<\/span><\/p>\n

bol koju nosim.<\/span><\/p>\n

Na izmaku dana, i svake ve\u010deri isto,<\/span><\/p>\n

kao u djetinjstvu,<\/span><\/p>\n

molitvom te dozivam,<\/span><\/p>\n

Bo\u017eje i tvoje ime izgovaram, “An\u0111ele, \u010duvaru mili” pa<\/span><\/p>\n

gasim svijetlo zahvalan, o\u010dekuju\u0107i u snu<\/span><\/p>\n

maj\u010dine tople ruke<\/span><\/p>\n

da me molitvom i nje\u017eno\u0161\u0107u pokriju.<\/span><\/p>\n


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Ka\u017eu da su an\u0111eli s neba si\u0161li,<\/span><\/p>\n

izgubili krila, u ljude u\u0161li dobrotom i da idu<\/span><\/p>\n

korakom ljudskim<\/span><\/p>\n

i da su od njih posudili ruke i o\u010di za pogled i srce,<\/span><\/p>\n

za prijateljski dodir u nevolji, pa im sad nesta\u0161ni vire iz o\u010diju.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Gledam o\u010dima djeteta, za\u010du\u0111en.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sunce rumenilom obojilo zoru , daleka obala i selo.<\/span><\/p>\n

Nad ravnicom krik gavrana, a ti u modrini.<\/span><\/p>\n


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I ponovno me zaboli krvavo nebo, <\/span><\/p>\n

an\u0111ele moj, pusta sela i ravnica,<\/span><\/p>\n

zadimljeni obzor nad dalekim gradom,<\/span><\/p>\n

kao da gledam an\u0111ele nijeme od bola, skamenjene,<\/span><\/p>\n

zbog smrti onih koji su htjeli biti djeca, <\/span><\/p>\n

a nisu im dali da se rode.<\/span><\/p>\n


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Srcem te molim za \u010disto nebo<\/span><\/p>\n

da ponovno zaiskre zvijezde u dje\u010djim o\u010dima.<\/span><\/p>\n

I tako iz dana u dan: izgovara\u0161 mi ime pred Svevi\u0161njim,<\/span><\/p>\n

vra\u0107a\u0161 me izvoru \u017eedna vje\u010dnosti.<\/span><\/p>\n


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Dani mi prolaze izme\u0111u neba i oltara ,<\/span><\/p>\n

od ju\u010der do sutra, an\u0111ele moj, pa ako i izgorim poput svije\u0107e<\/span><\/p>\n

ho\u0107e li iza mene ostati svjetlost?<\/span><\/p>\n

“A kad s ovog svijeta po\u0111em….”<\/span><\/p>\n

Kamo da odem, an\u0111ele moj,<\/span><\/p>\n

kad sam od zemlje, od cvijeta i neba sazdan?<\/span><\/p>\n


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Stra\u017eari nad koracima mojim<\/span><\/p>\n

pod nebom sun\u010danim<\/span><\/p>\n

dok ve\u010der \u017eivota ne zakuca na vrata, a do tad<\/span><\/p>\n

\u0107emo zajedno \u010dekati zoru i sunce u o\u010dima.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Slavko Vranjkovi\u0107 – sacerdos<\/span><\/h2>\n


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\u010citavu likovnu mapu “An\u0111eli” pogledajte na: \u017dupnikovim stranicama<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

\"a<\/a>MOM AN\u0110ELU \u010cUVARU<\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/h1>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

PRIGODOM 40. GODINA SVE\u0106ENI\u0160TVA<\/span><\/p>\n

1972-2012.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/span><\/p>\n

Vodi me, an\u0111ele moj, putem vedrine<\/span><\/p>\n

i krila mi daj za let prema vje\u010dnosti,<\/span><\/p>\n

nebo otvori, ovo moje u kojem jesam <\/span><\/p>\n

i tvoje u kojem \u017eelim sutra biti.<\/span><\/p>\n


<\/span><\/p>\n

No\u0107as je, o Bo\u017ee moj, <\/span><\/p>\n

an\u0111eo utkao mir u moje snove i<\/span><\/p>\n

zapalio svjetiljku djetinjstva,<\/span><\/p>\n

pa u svijetlu nebeskom silazi<\/span><\/p>\n

u moju sobu.<\/span><\/p>\n


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