Adoro te devote, latens Deitas, quae sub his figuris vere latitas: tibi se cor meum totum subjicit, quia te contemplans totum deficit.
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Godhead here in hiding, whom I do adore,
Masked by these bare shadows, shape and nothing more,
See, Lord, at thy service low lies here a heart,
Lost, all lost in wonder at the God thou art.
You know how it is when you grill your sweet corn over the hot coals of the charcoal grill, steaming it perfectly in its own husk...and when you bite into the kernels you can taste the sweet summer wind?
1 comment:
That was poetically awesome! :)
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