He knows the sweetest words of love; he murmurs them into the ears of our poor ravished souls. He has aroused in us a new kind of hunger. All these words, all these parables, are our food. We taste them; we roll them around on our tongues. They are not food for the mind alone; the whole man -- heart, stomach, senses, imagination, memory -- is sustained by them. We receive something that complete and confirms intuition, a state of becoming. Since there is a Good Shepherd, why would we not be his sheep? Paul Claudel
How sweet are Thy words to my palate! more than honey to my mouth. ~Psalm 119:103
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