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Only a weak, deficient being can love.

The infinite is beyond all name and form, how can the poet describe that which is beyond words?

When you have more than you need, and others have none.

NATURE AS MIRROR by Richard Rohr

Tolerating Tolerance

The Risk of Love

Violence Is So Primitive

we should love them in order to know them

My Big Problem With Sin

My Beloved Waits

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