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You indefatigable monster, you Shadow Brute! Let me alone! Quit your greedy hunger! I am my own person; you can’t have me! Stop chasing me, oh damnable hound of heaven. Stop your infinite movements toward my universe, oh lion-lamb. Stop! Desist! Cease your salvation!
Don’t you get it? I know you thirst, but I thirst too. I have needs, and they must be filled, and they can’t be filled by you. Can I drink of the cup, the new wine of the covenant, the gall of bitter aspect? Only you can bear it, oh Shadow Brute. I am too weak. I have my needs, and they must be filled. Let this cup pass from me and go your way. You are the Son of Heavens; let the will of heaven be done in you, and leave well enough alone in me. Continue reading →
Do you remember what it is like to be in love?
These hills remind you with brazen shout
and a nuptial call to harken and be glad,
for the wine of life is rich in a morning light
and strong with fortune even at the twilight.
And do you still embrace those memories
of child’s days under a smiling sun
when joy fritted and alighted from your heart
to capture your open feet as they danced upon the grass?
Do kisses in the field and laughter among friends
still sit in your past like old brothers in waiting?
Remember, then, that these reside not only then but later,
and in the cycle of time the happy spring
both begins and ends the seasons’ march.
Therefore, let your hope become the solid certainty of love.