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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=459737" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>O Best Beloved</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the dark unsleep of restless night, <br>in the black heaviness of siesta in the sun, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">in the enchantments of the world, <br>in a day of future dreams, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the Lord can seem so far away; <br>too far to know, too far to call, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">in the emptiness of heart; in <br>the drowning whirlpool of the head; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">is your head already sunk upon your breast? <br>O dearest - O beloved of the Lord - </div><div style="margin:10px 0">your eyes are nearest to Him now! <br>too near even, for your arms to hold; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">for His image is already there, <br>sketched upon your heart </div><div style="margin:10px 0">in gold and silver, emerald and rose, <br>fragrant as a garden freshly watered </div><div style="margin:10px 0">from the fountain that eternal plays; <br>His eyes are shining with the thought of you; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He waits there as a child, impatiently <br>awaiting His companion bursting through the gate </div><div style="margin:10px 0">to play together in that garden without walls; for, <br>remember that He made you so to play with Him; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">don’t keep Him waiting; it’s so short a distance <br>from your humbled head, there, to His image in your heart; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">open all your senses to His bliss: <br>run, run…laugh; go play with Him… </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He knows more games to play than any could devise; <br>run, run… laugh; go play with Him… </div><div style="margin:10px 0">* </div><div style="margin:10px 0">(Sri Vaasudevaananda Saraswati,1999)</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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in the black heaviness of siesta in the sun, 

in the enchantments of the world, 
in a day of future dreams, 

the Lord can seem so far away; 
too far to know, too far to call, 

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