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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=459977" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Abbot John of Forde at prayer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">All the wonders under heaven and earth<br>would take more than a lifetime to enumerate –</div><div style="margin:10px 0">why then, to be surprised, that One<br>can speak to such as me, <br>not in my outer ear, but straight<br>into my inner ear – nay, right into my soul<br>his gnosis whispers as it were myself<br>that spoke it… whispers<br>such sweet things, <br>that though they blessedly inform my later words<br> - as these to you – yet they tremble<br>in their truth, upon the very edge of words; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">whispers such new things to me, <br>though such things, old to Him, <br>old, but present; thus, they’re ever new…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">for this, I’d waited; waited in the stillness of my heart; <br>now listened as it were to all<br>my life explained to me; not, not in judgment, <br>but in the sweetest grace of friendly intimacy; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and then, when I can no longer hold<br>Him to me, dare to ask for further news of my true self, <br>He’s gone…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At first, it was the sweetest pain, His going; <br>and then one day, I learned as from myself<br>the way to share with Him, his return journey –<br>which for Him must be – as must have been – joy beyond all joy; <br>returning to His Father… so I accompanied Him<br>with gratitude and praise…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and then I learned, when I accompanied Him<br>to that place where all inner and all outer meet, <br>a further, private, holy thing – His Father’s love<br>for Him… which aforetimes had been but words<br>that I believed to be beyond man’s mind…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the whisper in my thought, now thunder in the world; <br>silent thunder in the mind, flashing lightning in the soul; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">yet in the silent church, I by the altar there, sounded<br>near as altar candle’s peaceful flame: <br>I knew that what men call a mystery, <br>is daylight truth as visible as mountains or as streams: <br>that what men read as words, dance off the page<br>in holy silence, to the heart: the Holy Trinity<br>was, is now to me, as necessary and inevitable, <br>as Man and God; as living, now, as God and Man; <br>as living, now, as Grace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So John of Forde records for us, by grace of grace itself.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>[John of Forde, c.1145 – 1214, is a newly translated witness<br>to the undivided Church in an age when spirituality, <br>scholarship, and poetry of speech came together at their height.]</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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why then, to be surprised, that One
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not in my outer ear, but straight
into my inner ear – nay, right into my soul
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