What is love of dwelling in the pit of death with love of sanctification in the Holy of Holies?
What is the love for a criminal in gruesome act with the love for the priest in white robes?
What is love in savour of misery songs with love of loud praise and sharing joy?
What is patience with anxiety and peace with restlessness?
What is fear with faith and hope with giving up?
What is love for the saints with love for the sin?
The flower and the leaf...the flower and the leaf...
They are all in the same plant.
Let the rain and the clouds be clear. And the chill pressed against my cheeks. Let my eyes be in sharp pain; let them be shut.
No more of the evil. What great deception.
No more tears.
What rubbish.
But He said, Let there be light. But He said, Let there be light...
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