I hit a lot of this song of "The Confessions of St. Augustine ... and I wanted to propose to you Giullari beloved of God
"go, flee away from you well the restless and the wicked. You see them, to distinguish the shadows between things. So all is beautiful with their presence, with their deformities. What harm could you ? Where could spoil your kingdom, if it is right and intact from the sky to the extreme edge of the earth? Where stampede from your face? (Ps. 138, 7) of where you just can not find it? They fled to avoid seeing your vision laid upon them and crush, blinded against you, do not leave anything that you created, not to bump into you, and enjoy the fair punishment of their iniquity. He escaped to impact your gentleness and justice in your fall in your severity. Apparently unaware that you are everywhere and nowhere holds you, that you alone are also close to those who put themselves away from you. So they turn back to look for: you do not leave your creatures as they leave their creator. If they turn back on their own to look for, here's already there, in their hearts, in the heart of anyone who recognizes you and throws himself at your feet, crying on your knees in tears, sobbing and more time and comfort to crying because you, Lord, and not an ordinary man, flesh and blood (Mt. 16, 17, Cor. 15, 50), but you, Lord, their creator, who cheered and console. I, too, where I was when I was looking for? You were ahead of me, but I was away from me and I found myself. Nor would find you. "
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