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gladys-lemire le 05-07-2024 à 15:47:21
poeme louange





The Bad Guys told me their frivolous lies:

But I only like the words

Of the eternal Truth.

Full of the divine fire that inspires me,

Today I dedicate my Lyre

To heavenly Charity.


In vain I would speak the language of Angels.

In vain, my God, of your praises

I would fill the whole Universe:

Without love, my glory is equal

Than the glory of the cymbal,

Which with a vain noise strikes the air.


What is the use of my mind to pierce the abysses

Of the most sublime mysteries,

And to read into the future?

Without love, my knowledge is in vain,

Like the dream, of which barely

There remains a slight memory.


What good does it do me if my Faith moves mountains?

Than in the arid countryside

The torrents are born under my feet;

Or that reviving the dust

She restores light to the Dead,

If love doesn't drive him?


Yes, my God, when my hands of all my inheritance

The poor would share;

Still for the Christian name,

Braving the most infamous crosses

I would deliver my body to the flames,

If I don't love, I am nothing.

BernardNowman le 05-07-2024 à 15:34:45
magnifique article mon amour (l)

je t'aimeeeeeeeeee (l) ma ptite femme always d'amour (l) à moi

gladys-lemire le 05-07-2024 à 15:28:16
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