Sunday, September 1, 2024

لقد تاخرت كثيرا في حبك ايها الجمال الفائق في القدم والدائم جديدا الي الابد كنت في داخلي فكيف ذهبت لابحث عنك خارجا فلم تشبع نفسي فلسفه سقراط او افلاطون او ارسطو ولم ترو روحي اناشيد اليونان وكهنه آمون انت كنت معي ولكن لفرط شقاوتي لم اكن انا معك - القديس اغسطينوس


 
"Too late have I loved You, O Beauty ever ancient, ever new, too late I have loved You! You were within me, but I was outside, and it was there that I searched for You. In my unloveliness I plunged into the lovely things which You created. You were with me, but I was not with You. Created things kept me from You; yet if they had not been in You they would have not been at all. You called, You shouted, and You broke through my deafness. You flashed, You shone, and You dispelled my blindness. You breathed Your fragrance on me; I drew in breath and now I pant for You. I have tasted You, now I hunger and thirst for more. You touched me, and I burned for Your peace...”

― Saint Augustine of Hippo


Turn your eyes away from me, for they overwhelm me... (Song of Solomon 6:5)


 

الساكن فى ستر العلي مزمور 91 - أبونا داود لمعي

No one can serve two masters. For either he will hate the one and love the other, or he will be devoted to one and despise the other. You cannot serve God and mammon... (Matthew 6:24)