In the light of ardent love,
a bitter knowledge of wrongness
of relation spurs the will of man
to the hard task of readjustment.
We live in longing for God.
Until the time we are led
into the intimate depths of God
the purgation of the senses
becomes a self desired need
to become pure enough
to enjoy the loving presence
(Graphic: Screenwaves com. The basic instinct)
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