Lift me, Lord, for I fall and nothing stays me, loveless and heedless, without faith or fear. I long to rise but lie unmoving here: the very self that wishes disobeys me. Though one, my self divides and then betrays me: at once both dead, alive; sad, full of cheer; not able”though I . . . . Continue Reading »
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