My sins are frequent,
But the humanism of your omnipotence
is victorious against everything;
My vices are heavy and countless for my being,
But for you they are very light and limited;
What can a little darkness do to your God’s light?
How can a slight gloaming resist a ray of your size?
How can the suffering of your crucifixion weigh against
the carnal unruliness of my feeble body?
What, in your eyes, are...?
there was no one inside i didn’t see anyone i stood in front of the door for a moment opened it with my foot and went in i didn’t see anyone no one said hi get out of the way let me through if someone had said hi get out of the way let me through i would have seen him and heard hi get out of the way let me through the door closed and i was already inside i walked past the f
