{"id":612,"date":"2020-04-09T16:15:17","date_gmt":"2020-04-09T15:15:17","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/contesdechorig.fr\/?p=612"},"modified":"2020-04-09T16:15:17","modified_gmt":"2020-04-09T15:15:17","slug":"le-temps-cours","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/contesdechorig.fr\/index.php\/2020\/04\/09\/le-temps-cours\/","title":{"rendered":"Le Temps cours"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p><strong>Le temps cours, le temps fuit<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Tic tac, tic tac, tic tac, tic tac, tic tac\u2026\u2026.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Des femmes et des hommes <\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>&nbsp;Courent sur le stade du\nmonde<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>&nbsp;et s\u2019essoufflent\u2026.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Soudain, un grand sifflement<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>nous arr\u00eate dans notre course effr\u00e9n\u00e9e.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Le panneau du Stop se dresse devant nous&nbsp;<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Les portes se ferment, les volets se baissent <\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Les sourires s\u2019effacent, l\u2019angoisse nous ronge<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Et le d\u00e9sespoir nous gagne.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Derri\u00e8re les masques, les yeux \u00e9perdus<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>On n\u2019ose plus se regarder, ni se parler<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Le silence sonne le glas <\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Mais les cloches des \u00e9glises de France<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>&nbsp;entonnent la Joie&nbsp;!<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>La joie qui me donne l\u2019Espoir<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Car je sais que tu es toujours l\u00e0<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>J\u00e9sus<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>&nbsp;tu nous abandonne\npas&nbsp;!<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Alors ton Amour est tellement intense <\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Que ma joie compose<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>des vers d\u2019Amour, de joie et <\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Et de fraternit\u00e9<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Car je sais que demain <\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Arrivera le jour o\u00f9 nous allons crier<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Notre Joie<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>&nbsp;et se serrer dans nos bras\ntr\u00e8s tr\u00e8s longtemps <\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>et s\u2019embrasser avec un&nbsp;\nnouveau souffle <\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Nuit et jour, nuit et jour, durant vingt quatre heures,<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Pour f\u00eater la fin de cette pand\u00e9mie<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Oui J\u00e9sus, j\u2019ai confiance en toi<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Et demain une Nouvelle Vie<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Se dessine devant nous<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>MERCI \u00e0 la VIE&nbsp;!<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Chorig Y\u00e9r\u00e9mian, \u0547\u0578\u0572\u056b\u056f \u0535\u0580\u0565\u0574\u0565\u0561\u0576, le mardi 31 Mars 2020<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Le temps cours, le temps fuit Tic tac, tic tac, tic tac, tic tac, tic tac\u2026\u2026. Des femmes et des hommes &nbsp;Courent sur le stade du monde &nbsp;et s\u2019essoufflent\u2026. Soudain, un grand sifflement nous arr\u00eate dans notre course effr\u00e9n\u00e9e. Le panneau du Stop se dresse devant nous&nbsp; Les portes se ferment, les volets se baissent [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/contesdechorig.fr\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/612"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/contesdechorig.fr\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/contesdechorig.fr\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/contesdechorig.fr\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/contesdechorig.fr\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=612"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/contesdechorig.fr\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/612\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":613,"href":"http:\/\/contesdechorig.fr\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/612\/revisions\/613"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/contesdechorig.fr\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=612"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/contesdechorig.fr\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=612"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/contesdechorig.fr\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=612"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}