In our everyday
world we live in poverty; our resources have to be husbanded with care; our
strength becomes exhausted, and we [go] to our God as beggars [for] our joy
of life. On festival days, we display our wealth and say to Him that we are
even as He is; and we are afraid to spend. This is the day when we bring to
Him our own gift of joy. For we truly meet God, when we come to Him with our
offerings and not with our wants.
We are like a stray line of a poem, which ever feels that it rhythms with another line and must find it, or miss its own fulfilment. This quest of the unattained is the great impulse in man which brings forth all his best creations. Man seems deeply to be aware of a separation at the root of his being, he cries to be led across it to a union; and somehow he knows that it is love which can lead him to a love which is final.
We are like a stray line of a poem, which ever feels that it rhythms with another line and must find it, or miss its own fulfilment. This quest of the unattained is the great impulse in man which brings forth all his best creations. Man seems deeply to be aware of a separation at the root of his being, he cries to be led across it to a union; and somehow he knows that it is love which can lead him to a love which is final.
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