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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=459516" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Monk (2)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">3 a.m. in the dark morning of a dark night; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">a kneeling figure; <br>a single candle flickering on a gleam of gold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I cannot see how great or small the dark space here, of<br>chapel, church, echoing cathedral; or<br>are there trees around; or a stable; or a prison cell..? ..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I cannot see how great or small his mind; <br>I cannot see how great or small his heart; <br>his soul…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">monk…<br>your image, your imagined life-style<br>fascinates me, repels me, <br>overwhelms me, leaves me indifferent, <br>humiliates me, inspires me…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we all look for love; imagine<br>giving all the love you have, <br>all the love you hope for, <br>all the love you may never know, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">in the faith, the hope, the loving-kindness, <br>that, all this surrendered, that emptied mind and heart<br>be filled with a trickle or a torrent<br>of a finer love…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">your mother was disappointed, so you told me: <br>better to be born in a large Irish family<br>religious enough to believe that nature<br>manages contraception as well as she manages love…<br>your brothers and sisters will provide her grandchildren enough..<br>and she knows that she too, will surrender<br>a colleen's fine bold looks, for a finer radiance, <br>of love for family…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">would it be better if you had had that vigorous love-life<br>which you had willingly, reluctantly, given up<br>for the love of love itself? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">or should it be, that what you’ve never had, that you don’t miss…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and now, in the sweet and smiling peace of your presence, <br>your undemanding presence that urges me to tease you, <br>challenge you, annoy you…<br>now, I seem to have no questions that are relevant, <br>for those I had, seem dry and theoretical, <br>rebounding back on me when aimed at you..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">yes, monk –<br>you tease me, challenge me, annoy me, <br>in your turn; hearing in my inner ear<br>the crashing waters of the great sea of faith, <br>the lure of sheer totality: give it all up, all of it, <br>the what you know and what you don’t, <br>the what you’ve lived and what you’ve not…<br>the what and whom you’ve loved, <br>and what the greater love might be; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">3 a.m. in the dark morning of a dark night and<br>they're all filing silently into their pews; but<br>it’s summer, and already there’s a hint<br>through the eastern window over there, of a gentle dawn<br>that seems to have to it, all the time in the world, <br>telling the candle-lit and holy heart <br>of some space-time that is love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</a><div class=q>
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a kneeling figure; 
a single candle flickering on a gleam of gold.

I cannot see how great or small the dark space here, of
chapel, church, echoing cathedral; or
are there trees around; or a stable; or..."></div>
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