Let Me

Orthodox monks in Romania: conditioning of mind and body in favor of the spirit

Let me whisper your name and ask forgiveness.

Let me fall to the ground prostrate at your feet.

Let me kiss the hem of your gown begging for penance.

Let me love you forever and never forget to say, “I’m sorry”.

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Thousands of Reasons

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There are thousands of reasons

To tell me not to love.

There are thousands of reasons

To tell me not to love, love.

There are thousands of reasons

to tell to turn my back on love.

There are thousands of reasons

To tell me love is simplistic.

There are thousands of reasons

To tell me love is unpractical.

There are thousands of reasons

To tell me love is not God’s will.

There are thousands of reasons

To tell me love is not love

I kiss the hand of the criminal

And say love is divine.

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