Only once every seven years do we get today's Office of Readings. It fits my mood so well this morning. I am like Ariel, Bashar, Carmel, Shalem and Sharon. Augustine speaks of a groaning which must be purer than my own.
Perhaps, Lord, this is what it feels like to long for You. But it doesn't feel so pure and holy, even if it isn't so depraved as I have been in the past.
Lord, come quickly.
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