THE COMMUNION OF THE SOUL
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The Soul:
Lo, these many days have I sought Thee, mourning, and even now know I not how Thou camest unto me!
The Beloved:
Nay, foolish one! Never was I absent from thee. Here in my heart’s heart I bear thee ever, one with myself. Nay more, that knowledge unknown, that love unloved within, is the power whereby I centre myself on God, and all my being is praise.
Only thy need recalled me to the without, and broke my song …
The Soul:
How Thy face shines! How bright is the halo above Thy brow!
The Beloved:
It is the shining of God through the self-life. To me, thou art set in the self-same light.
