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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
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.