This extract from the poem by Teresa of Avila is just spot on. If You want me to rest, I desire it for love; If to labour, I will die working: Sweet Love say Where, how and when. What do…
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In the Hands of God
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Aber mit der Heimat
geht man immer herum,
durch die Welt,
dort und dort
Peter Handke
No one could describe
the Word of the Father;
but when He took flesh from you, O Theotokos,
He consented to be described, and restored the fallen image to its former beauty.
We confess and proclaim our salvation in word and image.
Kontakion of the Triumph of Orthodoxy
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