<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=473310" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Master</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now when the darkness came over the earth Joseph of Arimathea,<br>having lighted a torch of pinewood, passed down from the hill into<br>the valley. For he had business in his own home.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And kneeling on the flint stones of the Valley of Desolation he saw<br>a young man who was naked and weeping. His hair was the colour of<br>honey, and his body was as a white flower, but he had wounded his<br>body with thorns and on his hair had he set ashes as a crown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And he who had great possessions said to the young man who was<br>naked and weeping, 'I do not wonder that your sorrow is so great,<br>for surely He was a just man.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the young man answered, 'It is not for Him that I am weeping,<br>but for myself. I too have changed water into wine, and I have<br>healed the leper and given sight to the blind. I have walked upon<br>the waters, and from the dwellers in the tombs I have cast out<br>devils. I have fed the hungry in the desert where there was no<br>food, and I have raised the dead from their narrow houses, and at<br>my bidding, and before a great multitude, of people, a barren fig-<br>tree withered away. All things that this man has done I have done<br>also. And yet they have not crucified me.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Oscar+Wilde">Oscar Wilde</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=473310" data-title="The Master de Oscar Wilde" data-description="Now when the darkness came over the earth Joseph of Arimathea, having lighted a torch of pinewood, passed down from the hill into the valley. For he had business in his own home. And kneeling on the flint stones of the Valley of Desolation he saw..."></div> </div> </div>

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