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Music is your breath, your soul, your voice. In the churches of XXXXXX I can hear you call in endless whispers of longing and love. You fill the walls with your sound and they echo this radiance back to me as if they too were in conspiracy with your love.
We are all in collusion with this secret you keep hidden only for the precious few. And did you choose me, O beloved? Am I worthy to be loved beyond all previous loves?
Am I beyond the lovers of revolution and change? Am I beyond the love of conscripts devoted to their country’s cause? Oh bounteous one, never let me lie alone.
If I am without you yet am favoured in this world by all prestige and fame, I am still alone: and yet if I am left alone and unwanted by this world but honoured by your love, I will never be alone.
I am just a man drinking in your tavern of grace and made drunk by the wine of your love. If I am clumsy in my drunkenness then forgive this fool.
Forgive this fool for the man that he was. Forgive this fool for the man that I am.
I am made to be nothing beside you.
(The man died several years ago)
2 comments:
i'm personally thankful that the man left such a beautiful piece of writing behind. so immersed in love, so much longing for a touch...
i hope he rests in peace now...
He is in peace. There is no death... only longing in other forms, in other realms.
May He be awake on the journey.
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