When we speak with other people we use metaphors: Although they belong to it, they belong to it because God works them in it and with it, for it wills and consents to them.
The just one's first treasures, and last, are heaped together as company for the departure and going off to the kingdom, while praises are heard from the ends of the earth, which, as Isaiah says, are the glory of the just one [Is. As a result all the acts of the soul are divine, since both the movement to these acts and their execution stem from God.
It should be known that the natural death of persons who have reached this state is far different in its cause and mode from the death of others, even though it is similar in natural circumstances. Since they deal with matters so interior and spiritual, for which words are usually lacking - in that the spiritual surpasses sense - I find it difficult to say something of their content; also, one speaks badly of the intimate depths of the spirit if one does not do so with a deeply recollected soul.
Spiritual writers call this activity the purgative way. When we speak with other people we use metaphors: Should I, after tea and cakes and ices, Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?
Metaphors, a famous linguist recently said, is of the flesh.
A person already disposed can make many acts in a short time, acts far more intense than can be made in a long time by someone undisposed; and, by being so fully disposed, such a person usually remains for a long time in an act of love or contemplation.
O living flame of love. Nature is praised, even the traditionally ugly reptiles "carress" the surface, "glittering" with elegant motion. He warns the persona of the dangers that are approaching maybe because he has great concern for the persona and reputition bring out exageration.
Accordingly, David affirmed that the death of the saints is precious in the sight of the Lord [Ps. I'm not blaming them for it. In the substance of the soul they suffer abandonment, supreme poverty, dryness, cold, and sometimes heat.
The reason is that when the soul feels in God an infinite longing, as we said, for the ending of its life and this wish goes unfulfilled since the time of its perfection has not arrived, it is aware that he produces these divine and glorious assaults in the manner of encounters so as to perfect it and raise it out of the flesh.
Initially he was known as a political poet but, after the democratic elections inhe moved steadily into themes of broader appeal.THE LIVING FLAME OF LOVE. St. John of the Cross. INDEX: INTRODUCTION. COMMENTARY. THE LIVING FLAME OF LOVE. Introduction To The Poem.
The stanzas sing of an elevated union within the intimate depths of the spirit. The subject matter is exalted, so much so that John dares speak of it only with a deeply recollected soul.
About the Poem. I sat at the computer slowly contemplating how to use my time as I scratched this poem on an old e-mail.
I was distraught that my sweetheart had left for a week long excursion to Florida, and this was the result. I truly love her, and I could not stand to be without her.
In memory of my dad. I love and miss him dearly. If I could write a story, It would be the greatest ever told Of a kind and loving father Who had a heart of gold. Love Of Country by Emelita C. Smith. I am a Filipino I should treasure My race dignified and deserves respect My love of my country never fades Forever stays in my heart never diminish.
This poem is about the pain of a broken heart. Tears of blood fall from my broken heart. I never thought we would be apart.
When you held me, you said forever. "My Country" is an iconic patriotic poem about Australia, written by Dorothea Mackellar (–) at the age of 19 while homesick in the United Kingdom.Download