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Rejoice with those who rejoice, weep with those who weep.”

-Romans 12:15

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draw me

“I am a bow in your hands, Lord.

Draw me, lest I rot.

Do not overdraw me, Lord.  I shall break.

Overdraw me, Lord, and who cares if I break!”

-Nikos Kazantzakis

God’s grandeur

The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
    It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
    It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
    And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
    And wears man’s smudge and shares man’s smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.
And for all this, nature is never spent;
    There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
    Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs —
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
    World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.
-Gerard Manley Hopkins