Friday, December 31, 2004
St. John of the Cross - THE EARTH IS A BOW
THE EARTH IS A BOW You let my sufferings cease, for there was no one who could cure them. Now let my eyes behold your face for you are our only love. My spirit's body is rising near--this earth a bow that shot me; now lift me into your arms as something preceious that you dropped. My only suffering,...
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