! ! Belovéd Victims Of Themself

M Michael Shepherd
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There are those who, for the deepest reasons even they forget, offer themselves upon the altar of the three afflictions: body, mind and heart: suffer everything that they can find; and strangely, yet we love them; do what we can; fail; sigh; and start afresh – as they, bruised, self-tortured, in that cause which we can only hope one day that they themselves – if they survive – may realise in a burst of glory: long-awaited, pent-up glory: dissolve, surrender with a relief as great as friendship, as the human race, into the love we always had for them which is as nothing, to the love which they at last discover that they have for their immortal self. Yes, how much we love them beyond all reason; seeing ourselves in them; loving love; as ever love calls us to do.

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