To liberate the more deep seated power,
which can raise itself
to the highest pitch of efficiency,
the superficial self compels itself to be still.
It is a sort of holy idleness
and a rest most busy
in which grace looses
the heavy yoke of fleshly love
from the soul and makes it mighty
and free through the gift of spiritual love.
Seated power! But, let it be with love. Thanks for sharing.
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hai Tony, how beatifuly and wounderfully you are narating the poems. very good