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Words revisited, written reminders... now as true as then...
Christ, did I touch You, today? I felt You near, but as Love, not other than Love. Love, You convinced me of Love having only Love, for I have seen You, My Love, even today.
This morning, in the faces and hands and smiles, did I touch You? I caught Your scent, and I breathed deeply: that must have been You, for I have breathed that in before and always been left with words I could not speak and thoughts I could not continue to think.
Why is it, this wonderful discovery, that the deeper I penetrate Your heart, the deeper You penetrate my whole being? How is it, that I, born common and raised simple, have been gifted to touch You and be touched by You, in this way, in a mystical touching, and through the world of things that most others simply pass by in their hurried pace?
My Love, I do not hurry by. How foolish, once having seen You, to pass You by quickly! Having known this touch, this kiss of the world shining with Your brightness and grace~How I see Your Face, and I rejoice!~, how could I live otherwise now? To do so would be a passing from the Light back into the shadows, the shadows I see so many live in, being captives to the dark of dark without knowing this immaculate joy of the bliss of this dark of Light, which I touch and which touches me. Oh Grace! How Beautiful! Nothing could be more beautiful for any human to feel and be felt by, or to see or be seen by! If only I could tell this, but I cannot. Possibly, some see me and see.
Today, going into the cave of my own feelings of aloneness, I find something waiting for me. I find the same familiar Friend. But, more than ever, here in this, You shine within my heart, and I know You again, as for the first time, as I did yesterday and last night. Oh my Love! Beautiful and Fair, my Love! Having Your nearness, I can accept all aloneness. And having You, I am had by You. For You have not just shown me intimations of Yourself, You show me Yourself. And I am blessed, thereby! So blessed a man, am I!
You have clothed me with Yourself. What more could a man wish for or ask for, but this? All else, that You will to give me, it can only be more treasure to this overflowing treasure, riches that even in poverty would give me all I could ever dream to deserve and ever, rightly, need.
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