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But still He walks...unseen...and still He weeps.
Oh, and how long has He sought you, beloved? How many nights has He stood listening silently waiting in the shadows unseen by you? And as you lift up your tear-stained face to Him, half blinded by the radiance from that most beautiful of countenances, He reaches out His hand to you and His touch lingers on your cheek as He brushes away the tears that flow. And He smiles that most wondrous of smiles.
'You?' you mouth soundlessly.
And you hear His tender whisper: I have sought you all your life. Through all the pain, through the loneliness, I have sought you. Each time your heart broke soundlessly with the agony of not belonging, I sought you. Through each rejection, through each hour of despair, I sought you. I was there, loving you. Reaching out to you. It was Me all along. And as your eyelids gently close, as you are engulfed in His tender embrace and the tears fall, somewhere through the sands of time in that netherlalnd betwixt sleeping and waking, you recognise that familiar presence and you too know that He was there. It was He all along. --Ce texte fait référence à une édition épuisée ou non disponible de ce titre.
