From the Ocean of His Eternal Love, channelled down -- broken, scattered, and spent -- over countless mountains of obstinate sense, the grail of a heart receives, as a Soul's humble portion, the merest runnel of God's Holy Light...
From the Abyss of Her Insatiable Thirst, out of the Chaos of Her Infinite Complexity, a Soul bends gently forth, to sip the clear, bright water of Her Lover's Love...
How sweet, these few drops, seeping through the parched knuckles of an open heart; lost down the long gullet of a gaping Soul; or merely sounded on the dry slab of a stoney breast, -- enough to coat that altar, for a moment, in a deeper shade!
How soft, the mist of holy affection, that wafts like a secret, dewy incense through the inner chambers of a body-temple; that possesses a Soul mysteriously in the lap of the world, and engenders more abundant life in Her!
Who, for an instant, could doubt The Divinity of Love,
even now, when Christ might have made believers of us all?
From the Abyss of Her Insatiable Thirst, out of the Chaos of Her Infinite Complexity, a Soul bends gently forth, to sip the clear, bright water of Her Lover's Love...
How sweet, these few drops, seeping through the parched knuckles of an open heart; lost down the long gullet of a gaping Soul; or merely sounded on the dry slab of a stoney breast, -- enough to coat that altar, for a moment, in a deeper shade!
How soft, the mist of holy affection, that wafts like a secret, dewy incense through the inner chambers of a body-temple; that possesses a Soul mysteriously in the lap of the world, and engenders more abundant life in Her!
Who, for an instant, could doubt The Divinity of Love,
even now, when Christ might have made believers of us all?
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