We cannot tell it because it is a desire for something
that has never actually appeared in our experience.
We cannot hide it because our experience is constantly suggesting it, and we
betray ourselves like lovers at the mention of a name.
that has never actually appeared in our experience.
We cannot hide it because our experience is constantly suggesting it, and we
betray ourselves like lovers at the mention of a name.
3 comments:
that man writes accidental poetry.
Gosh, I love Lewis. I quoted him on my blog too - actually on the same topic, Heaven. Coincidence? Or is it the fact that we're kindred spirits? Hmmmm. =)
nice blog
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