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This Earth A Bow ~ St. John Of The Cross

You let
my sufferings cease,
for there was no one who could cure them.



Now let my eyes behold your face for you are our only love.



My spirit’s body is rising near – this earth a bow
that shot me;


now lift me into your arms as something precious
that you dropped.



My only suffering, from this day forth,
will be your divine
beauty,


and you will constantly cure my blessed sight each time
you bring your face so near to mine
and call me
bride.



Do not be sad, my old friends; look,
these wings are finally stretched and laughing.



Our souls are rising near to you - this earth a bow that shot us;


now lift me into your arms, dear God,
like something precious that
you dropped.
BodhiSvaha BodhiSvaha 22-25, M 2 Responses Nov 25, 2010

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mystik<br />
I'm kinda glad you decided to comment one of my stories again<br />
does this mean you're going to unblock me now<br />
so we can get past this ridiculous feud

Do not be sad, my old friends; look,<br />
these wings are finally stretched and laughing.- beautiful. I no other words, thank you for sharing