segunda-feira, 20 de Dezembro de 2010

  • THE PAST AND MY POET
I wake up... and my mind is full of His wisdom, with knowledge of another time, a far, far away world. My poet is still in Morpheus arms. I never told him that the World is far more than we see and think, that people’s actions do not have only natural causes. I have to talk with my poet… to remind him, as Derek Prince used to say, that «God does not scratch and itching intellect, He satisfies a hungry heart». And He surely does!

Image: Christus – Albrecht Durer.

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