Sublime

If there is anywhere on earth a lover of God who is always kept safe, I know nothing of it, for it was not shown to me. But this was shown: that in falling and rising again we are always kept in that same precious love.

a garden fountain, a well of living water, and flowing streams from Lebanon.

He is in the clean and well-lit prison of one idea: he is sharpened to one painful point.

We shine with brightness. And I who am here dissembled Proffer my deeds to oblivion, and my love To the posterity of the desert and the fruit of the gourd.