Fathoming not would one be, the glory of that which is in God's right hand. For, the possibilities of such for one to fathom far exceeds the capabilities of one's mind. Will then it not be that one who now see what is to come is worth then for one's sowing be that which aims at no further than this end? Though we conquer seas, tread the valleys, and roam through the vastness, none of our ends make God the means to it. The only end that exists truly is that one which in it, is God, and that which is himself. So our ends with these seemingly big dreams are no more but the means, and thus no need is there that a man stop in sea-conquering, or valley-treading, or world-roaming, but yes a need is there for one to go to seek no further, for the is no further, after their ends are God.
However, good it may seem to a man, that the feeling of joy in their conquering over the vastness creates the proper end that at rest is one ought to be. Yet no where close does the man realize that an illusion is all these efforts worth. So no where close ought the man to rest when seasons come where this man seeks to proceed no further before this pursuit meets the appropriate final end, namely, God. So though as miraculously as many things seem, the need to be steadfast from being stolen an eye by the enemy of temporal joy should never be as what is as peripheral. For would not all the more joy be felt while the pursuit to proceed beyond temporal runs habitually zealous? or should I say for would not joy be felt all the more while one loves nothing other than the habitually zealous love for eternity?
It is a gift I say, that the desire, and the longing exists, that all the souls could still gather around with one another whilst blind or incapable of seeing true reality in its originality while still in their naked soul. Oh how empowered would it not be? when the souls are dressed well and are opened their eyes to see, whilst also being awakened their taste buds to savour the rich sweetness all so wholesomely.
Weird it may be, that I say all these, but sweet will I see, when the drawing closer of the end be, and reach them all. For now I see myself to be (though it is but from a distance), but by then I will, the man be.
All of these I say, of no reason should one doubt, of the goodness of God, and that drawing close, cleaving to endearingly, loving deeply, treasuring enduringly, savouring wholeheartedly, and all that is with sweet to create closeness and intimacy to God as one's pursuit, never should be kept in the distance.
Be awakened oh my beloved, be awakened, because none of you should be swept away. My heart swelled up in deep joy and love to see you and care for you, wanting you to always draw closer, and closer, to God. Perhaps, though this be the end here, no end is it for you, for we know now by little as through a mirror towards one another, but when after the reunion after partial parting from one another, we shall know one another, and no longer seeing one another partially. This end is to be celebrated, and made known, even now, and hopefully to the end will one from now prepare with haste. Oh endless joy will it be, endless joy it will be.
However, good it may seem to a man, that the feeling of joy in their conquering over the vastness creates the proper end that at rest is one ought to be. Yet no where close does the man realize that an illusion is all these efforts worth. So no where close ought the man to rest when seasons come where this man seeks to proceed no further before this pursuit meets the appropriate final end, namely, God. So though as miraculously as many things seem, the need to be steadfast from being stolen an eye by the enemy of temporal joy should never be as what is as peripheral. For would not all the more joy be felt while the pursuit to proceed beyond temporal runs habitually zealous? or should I say for would not joy be felt all the more while one loves nothing other than the habitually zealous love for eternity?
It is a gift I say, that the desire, and the longing exists, that all the souls could still gather around with one another whilst blind or incapable of seeing true reality in its originality while still in their naked soul. Oh how empowered would it not be? when the souls are dressed well and are opened their eyes to see, whilst also being awakened their taste buds to savour the rich sweetness all so wholesomely.
Weird it may be, that I say all these, but sweet will I see, when the drawing closer of the end be, and reach them all. For now I see myself to be (though it is but from a distance), but by then I will, the man be.
All of these I say, of no reason should one doubt, of the goodness of God, and that drawing close, cleaving to endearingly, loving deeply, treasuring enduringly, savouring wholeheartedly, and all that is with sweet to create closeness and intimacy to God as one's pursuit, never should be kept in the distance.
Be awakened oh my beloved, be awakened, because none of you should be swept away. My heart swelled up in deep joy and love to see you and care for you, wanting you to always draw closer, and closer, to God. Perhaps, though this be the end here, no end is it for you, for we know now by little as through a mirror towards one another, but when after the reunion after partial parting from one another, we shall know one another, and no longer seeing one another partially. This end is to be celebrated, and made known, even now, and hopefully to the end will one from now prepare with haste. Oh endless joy will it be, endless joy it will be.