<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31378780</id><updated>2011-07-29T07:09:17.231+01:00</updated><category term='Há uma razão'/><category term='My Utmost for His highest'/><category term='emoções'/><category term='Eliseu Miranda'/><category term='Michael W. Smith'/><category term='turbilhão'/><category term='Fragilidade'/><category term='luz'/><category term='oração'/><category term='Escolhas'/><category term='Keith Green'/><category term='Delfins'/><category term='Miguel Angelo'/><category term='Cristo'/><category term='Move in Me'/><category term='música'/><category term='Banda Azafe'/><category term='cristã'/><category term='Igreja'/><category term='adormecido'/><category term='Jesus é a resposta'/><category term='chorar'/><category term='paixão'/><title type='text'>Rasgo de luz</title><subtitle type='html'>O espaço de sonhos em palavras e de salpicos em tom de poesia</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasgodeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31378780/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasgodeluz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ana Ramalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13276740706432491398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cP_Eic-Syw/Sdu6nSS2mzI/AAAAAAAAAM8/rCkc4iTxEB8/S220/2007.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31378780.post-8641751635976551333</id><published>2009-08-04T23:11:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T23:25:30.815+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fragilidade'/><title type='text'>Proibido ser frágil</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Um poema escrito num &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;momento&lt;/span&gt; de grande turbulência e questionamento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;No mundo e no universo&lt;br /&gt;Há coisas difíceis de engolir&lt;br /&gt;Estranhos momentos de dor&lt;br /&gt;Lágrimas oriundas do mais fundo da alma&lt;br /&gt;Mas todos gritam “CALMA!”&lt;br /&gt;Como se fosse pecado sentir&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer coisa que não faça sorrir&lt;br /&gt;Desculpem a minha audácia hilariante&lt;br /&gt;Mas na vida ainda sou estudante&lt;br /&gt;E estou a aprender a viver&lt;br /&gt;Se erro, se dói, se alcanço, se venço&lt;br /&gt;Aprendo sempre imenso&lt;br /&gt;Com as duas faces da vida&lt;br /&gt;Mas não engulo tudo&lt;br /&gt;O que me passam como sendo adulto&lt;br /&gt;Se dói, dou um berro&lt;br /&gt;Aprendo quando erro&lt;br /&gt;E vivo cada fase&lt;br /&gt;E ando passo-a-passo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eles, prestes a fazer as malas&lt;br /&gt;Quase a partir&lt;br /&gt;E o meu coração já está&lt;br /&gt;Pouco a pouco, a ruir&lt;br /&gt;Seguro as lágrimas para não soluçar&lt;br /&gt;Escondo a dor, para não magoar&lt;br /&gt;Quero que faças o que é preciso&lt;br /&gt;Quero que sigam a Tua vontade&lt;br /&gt;Quero esquecer esta saudade&lt;br /&gt;Do que imagino acontecer&lt;br /&gt;Sem dramatizar&lt;br /&gt;Apenas ver a verdade&lt;br /&gt;Saber que vão&lt;br /&gt;E que eu também irei&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que custe&lt;br /&gt;E sinta que estão&lt;br /&gt;A arrancar-me uma parte&lt;br /&gt;Vou deixar o meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Espalhado por aí&lt;br /&gt;Na alma de cada um&lt;br /&gt;Que está ligado a mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou frágil por dentro&lt;br /&gt;Por fora, invento&lt;br /&gt;E dou-me muito mal&lt;br /&gt;Procuro um abrigo&lt;br /&gt;Procuro um amigo&lt;br /&gt;Descubro que também&lt;br /&gt;Passou por lá vendaval&lt;br /&gt;E dói tanto ferir alguém&lt;br /&gt;Mas ser ferido dói também&lt;br /&gt;E é preciso ter cuidado&lt;br /&gt;Mas custa muito ser ignorado&lt;br /&gt;Sentir-se ignorante&lt;br /&gt;Ser bestial é alucinante&lt;br /&gt;Mas passa-se a besta&lt;br /&gt;Num pequeno instante&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas são cruéis&lt;br /&gt;Mudam de ideias&lt;br /&gt;Como de papéis&lt;br /&gt;E representam hoje&lt;br /&gt;O que odeiam amanhã&lt;br /&gt;E defenderam ontem&lt;br /&gt;O oposto do que fazem agora&lt;br /&gt;E eu... não fui embora&lt;br /&gt;Continuo a respirar&lt;br /&gt;A fazer a vida andar&lt;br /&gt;A olhar em frente com esperança&lt;br /&gt;Porque Tu és a minha confiança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu nunca subestimas o meu sofrimento&lt;br /&gt;Nem me recusas, mesmo se digo&lt;br /&gt;A maior barbaridade e grito com saudade&lt;br /&gt;De sorrir de verdade para o mundo&lt;br /&gt;Tu conheces-me, bem, no fundo&lt;br /&gt;Tu sabes a intenção do meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Mas estou exausta de tanta confusão&lt;br /&gt;Não sou &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;descartável&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho limites&lt;br /&gt;E a minha paciência também&lt;br /&gt;Não sou inesgotável&lt;br /&gt;Tenho pouca força&lt;br /&gt;E preciso da Tua unção&lt;br /&gt;Frágil, como cristal&lt;br /&gt;Partida, em bocados&lt;br /&gt;Nem é o medo, é ferida&lt;br /&gt;É a cura, restauração&lt;br /&gt;Liga o meu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Reconstrói&lt;/span&gt; a minha alma&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me paz, segurança e calma&lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso&lt;br /&gt;Do sossego do Teu abraço&lt;br /&gt;Do aconchego do Teu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Do calor do teu colo&lt;br /&gt;Da amizade incondicional&lt;br /&gt;Que me aceita mesmo estando tão mal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E repito o meu grito&lt;br /&gt;Estou frágil...&lt;br /&gt;É proibido?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ana Ramalho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Caldas da Rainha - 25 Maio 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31378780-8641751635976551333?l=rasgodeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasgodeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/8641751635976551333/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31378780&amp;postID=8641751635976551333' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31378780/posts/default/8641751635976551333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31378780/posts/default/8641751635976551333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasgodeluz.blogspot.com/2009/08/proibido-ser-fragil.html' title='Proibido ser frágil'/><author><name>Ana Ramalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13276740706432491398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cP_Eic-Syw/Sdu6nSS2mzI/AAAAAAAAAM8/rCkc4iTxEB8/S220/2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31378780.post-8061093506332147517</id><published>2009-02-22T22:39:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-22T22:48:19.694Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael W. Smith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Utmost for His highest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Move in Me'/><title type='text'>Move in Me - Michael W. Smith</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I am only human&lt;br /&gt;Struggling to find&lt;br /&gt;Confidence in all that I believe&lt;br /&gt;You are only holy&lt;br /&gt;You are love defined&lt;br /&gt;And you have said to ask and I'll receive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have come to pray&lt;br /&gt;That you will come and fill&lt;br /&gt;The hunger here inside me to grow&lt;br /&gt;Stronger in the faith&lt;br /&gt;There's a longing and a need&lt;br /&gt;To have you ever closer&lt;br /&gt;Come fill me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause when you move in me&lt;br /&gt;It's like a symphony&lt;br /&gt;The timeless melody&lt;br /&gt;That soothes my soul&lt;br /&gt;Thought silent I can tell&lt;br /&gt;That you're alive and well&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can feel you move&lt;br /&gt;In me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What they try to tell me&lt;br /&gt;Is that your love is false&lt;br /&gt;And faith is just a way&lt;br /&gt;I choose to feel&lt;br /&gt;And that there was no meaning&lt;br /&gt;To you upon the cross&lt;br /&gt;And I should reach for something taht is real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when those words are said&lt;br /&gt;The questions in me start&lt;br /&gt;And I don't have any answers&lt;br /&gt;Until I stop thinking with my head&lt;br /&gt;And start listening to my heart&lt;br /&gt;And there I find my assurance&lt;br /&gt;I tell them&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause when you move in me&lt;br /&gt;It's like a symphony&lt;br /&gt;The timeless melody&lt;br /&gt;That soothes my soul&lt;br /&gt;Thought silent I can tell&lt;br /&gt;That you're alive and well&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can feel you move&lt;br /&gt;In me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31378780-8061093506332147517?l=rasgodeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasgodeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/8061093506332147517/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31378780&amp;postID=8061093506332147517' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31378780/posts/default/8061093506332147517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31378780/posts/default/8061093506332147517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasgodeluz.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-only-human-struggling-to-find.html' title='Move in Me - Michael W. Smith'/><author><name>Ana Ramalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13276740706432491398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cP_Eic-Syw/Sdu6nSS2mzI/AAAAAAAAAM8/rCkc4iTxEB8/S220/2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31378780.post-3638646954110063135</id><published>2008-12-10T15:17:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:27:37.894Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Há uma razão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miguel Angelo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Delfins'/><title type='text'>Há uma razão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cP_Eic-Syw/ST_fd9wWTBI/AAAAAAAAAJk/JunWLzj_9GA/s1600-h/Imagem1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cP_Eic-Syw/ST_fd9wWTBI/AAAAAAAAAJk/JunWLzj_9GA/s320/Imagem1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278182994188061714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando parti de madrugada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E já sem ti me fiz à estrada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Senti o peso do corpo no peito&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Senti o tempo correr por defeito&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Senti-me mal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando a cabeça parte o coração&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nada nos resta senão aceitar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que há uma razão para continuar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ora a perder, ora a ganhar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Há uma razão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Há uma razão para o Mundo saber&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Há uma razão que me ajuda a viver&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Há uma razão que me adora vencer...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não te convenças que falas com Deus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fala comigo sem pestanejar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uma conversa pode ajudar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A abrir caminho por dentro do mar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fala comigo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Há uma razão para o Mundo saber&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Há uma razão que me ajuda a viver&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Há uma razão que me adora vencer...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deixa-te vencer!...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;© Miguel Angelo/SPA 2008 (Delfins)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31378780-3638646954110063135?l=rasgodeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasgodeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/3638646954110063135/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31378780&amp;postID=3638646954110063135' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31378780/posts/default/3638646954110063135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31378780/posts/default/3638646954110063135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasgodeluz.blogspot.com/2008/12/h-uma-razo.html' title='Há uma razão'/><author><name>Ana Ramalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13276740706432491398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cP_Eic-Syw/Sdu6nSS2mzI/AAAAAAAAAM8/rCkc4iTxEB8/S220/2007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7cP_Eic-Syw/ST_fd9wWTBI/AAAAAAAAAJk/JunWLzj_9GA/s72-c/Imagem1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31378780.post-1802671821307670707</id><published>2008-07-09T02:46:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T03:10:11.331+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escolhas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus é a resposta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eliseu Miranda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Banda Azafe'/><title type='text'>Escolhas</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3V6wgZ9j9Xg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3V6wgZ9j9Xg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A música é do intérprete (Eliseu Miranda). A letra foi um trabalho de equipa... só dei uma mãozinha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um abraço à Banda Azafe e ao ministério &lt;a href="http://jesusearesposta.googlepages.com/"&gt;Jesus é a Resposta&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31378780-1802671821307670707?l=rasgodeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasgodeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/1802671821307670707/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31378780&amp;postID=1802671821307670707' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31378780/posts/default/1802671821307670707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31378780/posts/default/1802671821307670707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasgodeluz.blogspot.com/2008/07/escolhas.html' title='Escolhas'/><author><name>Ana Ramalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13276740706432491398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cP_Eic-Syw/Sdu6nSS2mzI/AAAAAAAAAM8/rCkc4iTxEB8/S220/2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31378780.post-4237725222740281468</id><published>2008-07-06T01:38:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T01:41:50.420+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Igreja'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Keith Green'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='luz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cristo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cristã'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adormecido'/><title type='text'>Asleep in the light - Keith Green</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Keith Green é considerado um dos ícones da música cristã. Este tema, em particular, é uma reflexão acerca do que é ser igreja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vejam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://anaramalho.blogspot.com/2008/07/adormecidos-na-luz.html"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; o vídeo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you see, do you see&lt;br /&gt;All the people sinking down&lt;br /&gt;Don't you care, don't you care&lt;br /&gt;Are you gonna let them drown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you be so numb&lt;br /&gt;Not to care if they come&lt;br /&gt;You close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And pretend the job's done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh bless me Lord, bless me Lord"&lt;br /&gt;You know it's all I ever hear&lt;br /&gt;No one aches, no one hurts&lt;br /&gt;No one even sheds one tear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But He cries, He weeps, He bleeds&lt;br /&gt;And He cares for your needs&lt;br /&gt;And you just lay back&lt;br /&gt;And keep soaking it in,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, can't you see it's such a sin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause He brings people to you door,&lt;br /&gt;And you turn them away&lt;br /&gt;As you smile and say,&lt;br /&gt;"God bless you, be at peace"&lt;br /&gt;And all heaven just weeps&lt;br /&gt;Cause Jesus came to your door&lt;br /&gt;You've left him out on the streets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open up open up&lt;br /&gt;And give yourself away&lt;br /&gt;You see the need, you hear the cries&lt;br /&gt;So how can you delay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's calling and you're the one&lt;br /&gt;But like Jonah you run&lt;br /&gt;He's told you to speak&lt;br /&gt;But you keep holding it in,&lt;br /&gt;Oh can't you see it's such a sin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is sleeping in the dark&lt;br /&gt;That the church just can't fight&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's asleep in the light&lt;br /&gt;How can you be so dead&lt;br /&gt;When you've been so well fed&lt;br /&gt;Jesus rose from the grave&lt;br /&gt;And you, you can't even get out of bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Jesus rose from the dead&lt;br /&gt;Come on, get out of your bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you be so numb&lt;br /&gt;Not to care if they come&lt;br /&gt;You close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And pretend the job's done&lt;br /&gt;You close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And pretend the job's done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Don't pretend the jobs done&lt;br /&gt;Come away, come away, come away with Me my love,&lt;br /&gt;Come away, from this mess, come away with Me, my love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31378780-4237725222740281468?l=rasgodeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasgodeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/4237725222740281468/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31378780&amp;postID=4237725222740281468' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31378780/posts/default/4237725222740281468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31378780/posts/default/4237725222740281468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasgodeluz.blogspot.com/2008/07/asleep-in-light-keith-green_06.html' title='Asleep in the light - Keith Green'/><author><name>Ana Ramalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13276740706432491398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cP_Eic-Syw/Sdu6nSS2mzI/AAAAAAAAAM8/rCkc4iTxEB8/S220/2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31378780.post-115351115631151386</id><published>2008-07-05T23:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:57:43.510Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chorar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emoções'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oração'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paixão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='turbilhão'/><title type='text'>Turbilhão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cP_Eic-Syw/SHAVrBfiZiI/AAAAAAAAAF8/6BwR2sG4lAg/s1600-h/2006102000_rain_i_feel_it.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cP_Eic-Syw/SHAVrBfiZiI/AAAAAAAAAF8/6BwR2sG4lAg/s400/2006102000_rain_i_feel_it.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219695797001676322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não chores mais&lt;br /&gt;Deixa a mágoa&lt;br /&gt;Junto ao cais&lt;br /&gt;Do turbilhão&lt;br /&gt;Das emoções&lt;br /&gt;E as paixões&lt;br /&gt;Que dão razão&lt;br /&gt;Ao teu voar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Limpa o rosto&lt;br /&gt;Levanta a cabeça&lt;br /&gt;Pensa que hoje&lt;br /&gt;Será melhor&lt;br /&gt;Do que o passado&lt;br /&gt;E aconteça&lt;br /&gt;Que não te deixes&lt;br /&gt;Afogar&lt;br /&gt;Nesse chorar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dei-te o meu ombro&lt;br /&gt;Dei-te um sorriso&lt;br /&gt;E uma oração&lt;br /&gt;Profunda, um suplicar&lt;br /&gt;Deixei um grito&lt;br /&gt;Pedido de socorro&lt;br /&gt;Palavra sábias&lt;br /&gt;Pensamentos que vêm&lt;br /&gt;Para te consolar&lt;br /&gt;Não te quero ver&lt;br /&gt;Afogar&lt;br /&gt;Nesse chorar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ana Ramalho - Junho 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31378780-115351115631151386?l=rasgodeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasgodeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/115351115631151386/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31378780&amp;postID=115351115631151386' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31378780/posts/default/115351115631151386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31378780/posts/default/115351115631151386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasgodeluz.blogspot.com/2006/07/turbilho.html' title='Turbilhão'/><author><name>Ana Ramalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13276740706432491398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cP_Eic-Syw/Sdu6nSS2mzI/AAAAAAAAAM8/rCkc4iTxEB8/S220/2007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cP_Eic-Syw/SHAVrBfiZiI/AAAAAAAAAF8/6BwR2sG4lAg/s72-c/2006102000_rain_i_feel_it.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31378780.post-115439742181222401</id><published>2006-08-01T02:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T23:11:30.406+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/947/3051/1600/dreaming_of_money.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/947/3051/200/dreaming_of_money.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Escrevi este poema há quase 12 anos... fiquei admirada quando o redescobri entre papéis amarelados pelos anos e folhas soltas no tempo. Continuo a sonhar da mesma maneira e não quero recuar. Quero continuar a captar os sonhos de Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho sonhos do que quero ser&lt;br /&gt;E sonhos de mudar o mundo&lt;br /&gt;Oro por milagres, pelos meus amigos&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero andar Contigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procuro dar-Te o melhor de mim&lt;br /&gt;E ser diferente, e ser mesmo crente&lt;br /&gt;Espero no futuro, Tu és seguro&lt;br /&gt;Refúgio, vou-te seguir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Tu quebras cadeias&lt;br /&gt;      Tu destrois barreiras&lt;br /&gt;      A Tua luz invade&lt;br /&gt;      A escuridão do mundo&lt;br /&gt;      Levas-me contigo&lt;br /&gt;      Pelo Teu caminho&lt;br /&gt;      Eu quero Te seguir&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;Leio a Bíblia, basta abrir&lt;br /&gt;E descubro o que queres de mim&lt;br /&gt;Vejo que me amas, vejo que me chamas&lt;br /&gt;Para eu Te servir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ana Ramalho - Setembro 1994&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31378780-115439742181222401?l=rasgodeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasgodeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/115439742181222401/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31378780&amp;postID=115439742181222401' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31378780/posts/default/115439742181222401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31378780/posts/default/115439742181222401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasgodeluz.blogspot.com/2006/08/sonhos.html' title='Sonhos'/><author><name>Ana Ramalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13276740706432491398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cP_Eic-Syw/Sdu6nSS2mzI/AAAAAAAAAM8/rCkc4iTxEB8/S220/2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31378780.post-115429358983998940</id><published>2006-07-30T21:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T02:59:21.623+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tudo por ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/947/3051/1600/question-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 139px; height: 167px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/947/3051/200/question-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A inspiração surge quando menos se espera... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje foi na praia, enquanto o mar balançava e o vento suspirava o fim de tarde suave mas quente. Sentada na esplanda de todos os dias, a escrevinhar pensamentos e teoremas... e eis que surge um poema, como que um desabafo de Alguém que ouve os nossos todas as vezes que vamos a Ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que vais responder&lt;br /&gt;Um porquê&lt;br /&gt;Esbanjado&lt;br /&gt;Pelo resgate&lt;br /&gt;Natural&lt;br /&gt;A resposta&lt;br /&gt;Normal&lt;br /&gt;Que dizes&lt;br /&gt;Retórica&lt;br /&gt;Pois sabes&lt;br /&gt;Certeza&lt;br /&gt;Dizes que não&lt;br /&gt;Sabes que sim&lt;br /&gt;Olhas&lt;br /&gt;E mergulhas&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de ti&lt;br /&gt;Pelo que vives&lt;br /&gt;Pelo que sonhas&lt;br /&gt;Mas não tens&lt;br /&gt;Destino&lt;br /&gt;Nem alegria&lt;br /&gt;De menino&lt;br /&gt;De viver&lt;br /&gt;E saber&lt;br /&gt;Que um dia&lt;br /&gt;Vais&lt;br /&gt;Desaparecer&lt;br /&gt;E perguntar&lt;br /&gt;Porquê&lt;br /&gt;Porque não aceitaste&lt;br /&gt;A paz do meu perdão&lt;br /&gt;O grito do meu sangue&lt;br /&gt;O calor do meu amor&lt;br /&gt;E eu fiz tudo&lt;br /&gt;Dei tudo&lt;br /&gt;Por ti&lt;br /&gt;Lembra-te de mim&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou&lt;br /&gt;Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ana Ramalho - Julho 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31378780-115429358983998940?l=rasgodeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasgodeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/115429358983998940/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31378780&amp;postID=115429358983998940' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31378780/posts/default/115429358983998940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31378780/posts/default/115429358983998940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasgodeluz.blogspot.com/2006/07/tudo-por-ti.html' title='Tudo por ti'/><author><name>Ana Ramalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13276740706432491398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cP_Eic-Syw/Sdu6nSS2mzI/AAAAAAAAAM8/rCkc4iTxEB8/S220/2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31378780.post-115351096019089013</id><published>2006-07-29T01:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T00:44:00.660+01:00</updated><title type='text'>OK - Mute Math</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/947/3051/1600/100127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 164px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/947/3051/320/100127.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Esta letra de uma música dos Mute Math reflecte como Deus é surpreendente... o Seu Amor e a Sua Misericórdia são incondicionais e humanamente incompreensíveis. Quando vamos a Ele arrependidos, cansados, magoados, tristes, Ele abraça-nos e diz simplesmente "Está tudo bem".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down on my knees down on my face&lt;br /&gt;You just say it's ok&lt;br /&gt;So many days I've thrown away&lt;br /&gt;You just say it's ok&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I could ever repay&lt;br /&gt;Your perfect grace, but it's ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ok, It's ok&lt;br /&gt;It's ok, It's ok&lt;br /&gt;You've become my embrace&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me it's ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your precious words intoxicate&lt;br /&gt;A heart that aches; it's ok&lt;br /&gt;You don't recall my past mistakes&lt;br /&gt;You just say it's ok&lt;br /&gt;The human mind can't calculate&lt;br /&gt;Your perfect grace, but it's ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though you've seen a thousand times&lt;br /&gt;I've let you down&lt;br /&gt;You're always there if I should call your name&lt;br /&gt;You're unashamed, unashamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/mutemath"&gt;Mute Math&lt;/a&gt; - Reset EP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31378780-115351096019089013?l=rasgodeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasgodeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/115351096019089013/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31378780&amp;postID=115351096019089013' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31378780/posts/default/115351096019089013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31378780/posts/default/115351096019089013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasgodeluz.blogspot.com/2006/07/ok-mute-math.html' title='OK - Mute Math'/><author><name>Ana Ramalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13276740706432491398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cP_Eic-Syw/Sdu6nSS2mzI/AAAAAAAAAM8/rCkc4iTxEB8/S220/2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31378780.post-115351121411008901</id><published>2006-07-21T20:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T19:09:21.516+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/947/3051/1600/Hands_LC-xenia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 93px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/947/3051/200/Hands_LC-xenia.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Às vezes as palavras pesam mais do que consolam, mas a nossa simples presença suporta e carrega a dôr do outro... outras vezes saboreamos as vitórias e conquistas... a isto chama-se Amizade.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Em todo o tempo ama o amigo e na angústia nasce o irmão." Provérbios 17:17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje não trago um discurso bonito&lt;br /&gt;Nem poemas pintados na canção&lt;br /&gt;Nem uma frase erudita&lt;br /&gt;Que foi dita, longe do coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje não descubro a madrugada&lt;br /&gt;Nem almejo ver a luz do mar azul&lt;br /&gt;Nem desfaço o pretexto numa virada&lt;br /&gt;E volto-me para o sul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje não te quero contar histórias&lt;br /&gt;Nem construir enigmas intemporais&lt;br /&gt;Nem conseguir que te distraias&lt;br /&gt;E me vejas entre os demais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje fico contigo…&lt;br /&gt;Aqui, onde há tempestade&lt;br /&gt;E festa à vontade.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, é o que digo&lt;br /&gt;Não é preciso falar&lt;br /&gt;Nem gritar aos 4 ventos&lt;br /&gt;O que dizem entre os tempos&lt;br /&gt;E revelam os sinais&lt;br /&gt;Pelos vistos estás atento&lt;br /&gt;E observas os postais&lt;br /&gt;Da memória, da história&lt;br /&gt;Do texto inacabado&lt;br /&gt;Da obra inalterada&lt;br /&gt;Do presente desta vida&lt;br /&gt;Do sorriso que se chama&lt;br /&gt;Amizade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ana Ramalho - Fevereiro 2002&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31378780-115351121411008901?l=rasgodeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasgodeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/115351121411008901/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31378780&amp;postID=115351121411008901' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31378780/posts/default/115351121411008901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31378780/posts/default/115351121411008901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasgodeluz.blogspot.com/2006/07/hoje.html' title='Hoje'/><author><name>Ana Ramalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13276740706432491398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cP_Eic-Syw/Sdu6nSS2mzI/AAAAAAAAAM8/rCkc4iTxEB8/S220/2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31378780.post-115351106189455673</id><published>2006-07-21T20:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T13:50:23.166+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost at sea - Jimmy Needham</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/947/3051/1600/album_cover_hres.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/947/3051/200/album_cover_hres.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Acreditar sem ver é algo estrondoso mas poderoso, quando estamos a falar de crer nas palavras de Alguém tão sublime,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; poderoso e amoroso quanto Deus. Aos olhos da ciência e do materilismo, pudemos parecer perdidos, mas se estamos no Caminho de Deus não podíamos estar melhor.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O meu tributo a este excelente jovem compositor e cantor Jimmy Needham.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could You see what You see and not totally&lt;br /&gt;Want to discontinue me for all eternity and then some&lt;br /&gt;It bothers me so that I could be so&lt;br /&gt;Completely unaffected when connected to the Holy One&lt;br /&gt;And so I sit here and stare at this page and wonder&lt;br /&gt;At what age it will become clear to me&lt;br /&gt;So for now I am clueless to how You do this&lt;br /&gt;And how You move this Spirit in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m going Your way&lt;br /&gt;Even though I cannot see in front of me&lt;br /&gt;I’m going Your way&lt;br /&gt;Even  though I feel lost at sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could your favor be the flavor I savor&lt;br /&gt;When the fruits of my labor are so unfavorable&lt;br /&gt;And old pages are setting the stages for something outrageous&lt;br /&gt;A man who can save all our souls&lt;br /&gt;And You know and You know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m going Your way&lt;br /&gt;Even though I cannot see in front of me&lt;br /&gt;I’m going Your way&lt;br /&gt;Even  though I feel lost at sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ride the wave, wave goodbye, by the way did I mention today&lt;br /&gt;That I don’t know the way home&lt;br /&gt;So could You take me by the hand and lead me to the dryer land&lt;br /&gt;So I can finally breathe again instead of sinking like a stone&lt;br /&gt;And now I will diligently and not religiously but affectionately come&lt;br /&gt;Before the throne of Your grace in this place and seek your face&lt;br /&gt;For all eternity and then some&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy Needham &amp;amp; Josef Gordon&lt;br /&gt;© 2005 Jimmy Needham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31378780-115351106189455673?l=rasgodeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasgodeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/115351106189455673/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31378780&amp;postID=115351106189455673' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31378780/posts/default/115351106189455673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31378780/posts/default/115351106189455673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasgodeluz.blogspot.com/2006/07/lost-at-sea-jimmy-needham.html' title='Lost at sea - Jimmy Needham'/><author><name>Ana Ramalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13276740706432491398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cP_Eic-Syw/Sdu6nSS2mzI/AAAAAAAAAM8/rCkc4iTxEB8/S220/2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31378780.post-115339705450632844</id><published>2006-07-20T13:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T02:10:02.530+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O lume - Mafalda Veiga</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/947/3051/1600/ag_mafalda_veiga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/947/3051/200/ag_mafalda_veiga.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Esta é uma das letras que mais gosto da Mafalda Veiga... Penso que a mensagem supera as palavras. Que nada nos possa amarrar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai caminhando desamarrado&lt;br /&gt;Dos nós e laços que o mundo faz&lt;br /&gt;Vai abraçando desenleado&lt;br /&gt;De outros abraços que a vida dá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai-te encontrando na água e no lume&lt;br /&gt;Na terra quente até perder&lt;br /&gt;O medo, o medo levanta muros&lt;br /&gt;E ergue bandeiras pra nos deter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não percas tempo,&lt;br /&gt;O tempo corre&lt;br /&gt;Só quando dói é devagar&lt;br /&gt;E dá-te ao vento&lt;br /&gt;Como um veleiro&lt;br /&gt;Solto no mais alto mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liberta o grito que trazes dentro&lt;br /&gt;E a coragem e o amor&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que seja só um momento&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que traga alguma dor&lt;br /&gt;Só isso faz brilhar o lume&lt;br /&gt;Que hás-de levar até ao fim&lt;br /&gt;E esse lume já ninguém pode&lt;br /&gt;Nunca apagar dentro de ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não percas tempo&lt;br /&gt;O tempo corre&lt;br /&gt;Só quando dói é devagar&lt;br /&gt;E dá-te ao vento&lt;br /&gt;Como um veleiro&lt;br /&gt;Solto no mais alto mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Mafalda Veiga &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31378780-115339705450632844?l=rasgodeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasgodeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/115339705450632844/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31378780&amp;postID=115339705450632844' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31378780/posts/default/115339705450632844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31378780/posts/default/115339705450632844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasgodeluz.blogspot.com/2006/07/o-lume-mafalda-veiga.html' title='O lume - Mafalda Veiga'/><author><name>Ana Ramalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13276740706432491398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cP_Eic-Syw/Sdu6nSS2mzI/AAAAAAAAAM8/rCkc4iTxEB8/S220/2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31378780.post-115336143951410366</id><published>2006-07-20T03:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T02:21:13.140+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost in Paradise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/947/3051/1600/lost.s218.s.o.s.6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 117px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/947/3051/200/lost.s218.s.o.s.6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;A adolescência é um tempo de descobertas, de conquistas, de sentimentos à flôr da pele... É uma fase de sucessos e fracassos, com os quais sempre aprendemos se quisermos... E neste poema aprende-se a ouvir a voz de Deus antes da voz do coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mudei a página fiquei a pensar&lt;br /&gt;Eu sabia a teoria toda&lt;br /&gt;Mas não dizia que a vida&lt;br /&gt;Podia-me sair tão torta&lt;br /&gt;Pensava que conhecer&lt;br /&gt;Bastava para vencer&lt;br /&gt;Mas deixei-me levar&lt;br /&gt;Num instante&lt;br /&gt;Por aquele olhar...&lt;br /&gt;Segui a paixão&lt;br /&gt;Mais forte que a razão&lt;br /&gt;Esqueci o que aprendi&lt;br /&gt;Esqueci-me de Ti&lt;br /&gt;E quando não vemos mais nada&lt;br /&gt;Ficamos perdidos na estrada&lt;br /&gt;Da vida e do sonho&lt;br /&gt;Que se pode tornar precipício&lt;br /&gt;De emoções e sensações&lt;br /&gt;Se seduções constantes&lt;br /&gt;Num pensamento errante&lt;br /&gt;Uma vida vale mais que tudo&lt;br /&gt;Num momento, perde-se por nada&lt;br /&gt;E eu perdi-me nesta estrada&lt;br /&gt;Perdi-me no meu próprio sonho&lt;br /&gt;E descobri que não podia achar&lt;br /&gt;O caminho de volta&lt;br /&gt;Para a rota&lt;br /&gt;Que tinhas preparado&lt;br /&gt;Para mim&lt;br /&gt;E perdi muito tempo&lt;br /&gt;E ganhei peso&lt;br /&gt;No meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Mas Tu chegaste&lt;br /&gt;E tomaste-me pela mão&lt;br /&gt;E tiraste o meu fardo&lt;br /&gt;Que eu dei com agrado&lt;br /&gt;E percebi que o Teu amor&lt;br /&gt;Tem  o maior valor&lt;br /&gt;Tu tens razão&lt;br /&gt;Tu és maior que a paixão.&lt;br /&gt;E agora estou&lt;br /&gt;De volta ao caminho&lt;br /&gt;O encanto continua&lt;br /&gt;Mas ando sorridente na rua&lt;br /&gt;Vestida da Tua autoridade&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente confiando&lt;br /&gt;Que na verdade&lt;br /&gt;Contigo os sonhos são&lt;br /&gt;Uma doce verdade&lt;br /&gt;E agora estou leve&lt;br /&gt;Estou feliz&lt;br /&gt;E gosto de ver&lt;br /&gt;O Teu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;E já não me sinto&lt;br /&gt;Perdida no Paraíso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ana Ramalho - Abril 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31378780-115336143951410366?l=rasgodeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasgodeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/115336143951410366/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31378780&amp;postID=115336143951410366' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31378780/posts/default/115336143951410366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31378780/posts/default/115336143951410366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasgodeluz.blogspot.com/2006/07/lost-in-paradise.html' title='Lost in Paradise'/><author><name>Ana Ramalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13276740706432491398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cP_Eic-Syw/Sdu6nSS2mzI/AAAAAAAAAM8/rCkc4iTxEB8/S220/2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31378780.post-115335892514577994</id><published>2006-07-20T02:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T02:15:39.730+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rasgo de Luz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/947/3051/1600/HPIM5527.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 137px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/947/3051/200/HPIM5527.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Este poema fala de uma entre tantas pessoas especiais que Deus tem colocado no meu caminho. Pudermos escrever nas páginas da vida dos outros tem um sabor incrível, especialmente quando acabamos por ser um canal de Deus para abençoá-los e vice-versa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eras uma estrela adormecida&lt;br /&gt;    Uma pedra escondida&lt;br /&gt;    Preciosa, mas perdida&lt;br /&gt;    No meio do teu mar&lt;br /&gt;    Uma criança cheia&lt;br /&gt;    Dos teus medos e ilusões&lt;br /&gt;    A soluçar no escuro&lt;br /&gt;    Na tua longa madrugada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Mas o dia chegou&lt;br /&gt;    O sol acordou-te, sem avisar&lt;br /&gt;    Tempo de mudar&lt;br /&gt;    Um rasgo de luz&lt;br /&gt;    Sublinhou os teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;    E abraçaste os teus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;    Manhã doce&lt;br /&gt;    Verde sob o céu azul&lt;br /&gt;    Imenso, como tu&lt;br /&gt;    Uma estrela a acordar&lt;br /&gt;    Num rasgo de luz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ana Ramalho - Junho 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31378780-115335892514577994?l=rasgodeluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rasgodeluz.blogspot.com/feeds/115335892514577994/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31378780&amp;postID=115335892514577994' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31378780/posts/default/115335892514577994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31378780/posts/default/115335892514577994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rasgodeluz.blogspot.com/2006/07/rasgo-de-luz.html' title='Rasgo de Luz'/><author><name>Ana Ramalho</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13276740706432491398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7cP_Eic-Syw/Sdu6nSS2mzI/AAAAAAAAAM8/rCkc4iTxEB8/S220/2007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
