To love is to hurt–is the opposite true?
Of such poor stuff as this are eternities made?
Oh, why must we feel so keenly, my God,
With nothing to dull the slow edge of thy blade?
Posted by: Neal Davis | Wednesday, 28 January 2009
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I should clarify that I mean doer, pain felt within oneself (as Jesus groaning), and not ferir, pain inflicted without.
By: Neal Davis on Monday, 23 February 2009
at 8.41