A hymn I chanced upon a few days back...:
"ABBA FATHER, let us be yours and yours alone.
Set our hearts, our spirits free.
Make us, Lord, your own.
Through your goodness, Lord we bring
Bread of our labour and wine to cheer the heart
Which will soon be filled for us
With the life of your Son.
Take this drop of water, too,
Sign of our weakness, yet symbol of our love.
By its mingling may we share
Your divinity.
Please, accept our sacrifice
Offered to honor the glory of your name.
Sinners all, we bring to You
Humble, contrite hearts."
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I'm not sure WHAT it is in the line that forms the heading of this post, but it has touched me at many levels all at once.
I'll elaborate on whatever comes out of this current fascination... on love, on sorrow, on dependence, on the sweetness of all the previously mentioned, on the paradoxical simultaneity of both, the divine as well as the "only a human mind could invent something as insipid as love" nature of it all!
This post shall stand updated whenever my coordinates of 'inspiration' and 'vellapana' coincide next!
cheers pple!
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Dilbert
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1 comment:
Kya baat hai yaar... maza a gaya yeh hymn pad kar... complete third paragraph bada todu hai yaar... it has not touched me at different planes as it had touched you but it definitely arouse a thought in me... somehow i feel a very strong connection between the famous old adage "It is in giving that we truly receive" and the third para... will elaborate on it when, to put it in your own words, the coordinates of inspiration and velapanti will meet..
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