As the sea heaves towards the full moon, even so does the soul in love and adoration to the Lord. The sweets and the bitters of life, if offered as homage unto Him, are transmuted into Powers which manifest themselves as an insatiable longing for the Divine —a longing that is never satisfied. This is divine love. Where content is, equipoise there may be—but not divine love. To the true lover of God, all the innumerable treasures of satiety are as naught, though they are zealously sought by the delude people  of the world. The way to the City of God is overgrown with the nettles and briars of Destiny. Those that have fully paid off their debts to Time by subjecting their flesh  to its ills but surrendering their soul to the Lord are the path-finders, for they have marched to eternal Salvation by faith and adoration.


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