Wednesday, September 14, 2005

Egypt: The Sun at Midnight

' See, I tried everything, went everywhere,
But never found a friend as dear as you;
I drank from all the fountains, tried the grapes,
But never tasted wine as sweet as you.'

I studied hundred learned manuscripts:
In every letter I saw only you.
I washed away the letters with my tears:
A mirror was the shining page for you.

I heard your voice in every rustling breeze;
The snow, the grass were lovely veils for you;
I dived into the ocean without shore:
The lustrous pearls reflected only you.

Then came the storm.
The garden of my heart
was shiv'ring in the cold, all leaves were shed.
There was the desert.
And the barren cloud.
And silence. And
the sun at midnight - you.

Annemarie Schimmel

1 Comments:

Blogger Jenny said...

hi! thanks for the comment on my blog!

1st Corinthians 10:22-31
Love

If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing.
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

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