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Jesus, when I am with you, I burn with joy,
And when the heat of love surges within my breast,
I want to embrace you, to clasp you to myself.
Yet, my Beloved, my love is frustrated
By a strange, invisible barrier
That seems to stand between me and you.
If only you would break down that barrier,
And so let me rush to your arms.
I can see you clearly,
And I beg you to allow me to come to you.
I am in prison, beating my fists against the wall
That divides me from you.
But in the meantime I can sing your praises,
And in prayer I can speak with you.
So I will enjoy such blessings for the present,
In the hope of being united fully in the future.
Richard Rolle, 1290–1349, English writer, Bible translator and hermit
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For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror;
then we shall see face to face.
Now I know in part;
then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.
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