- Do not hide your face away from me, for I would gladly meet my death to see it, since not to see it would be death indeed. - ... My soul is like a house, small for you to enter, but I pray you to enlarge it. It is in ruins, but I ask you to remake it. It contains much that you will not pleased to see: this I know and do not hide. But who is to rid it of these things ? There is no one but you to whom I can say: if I have sinned unwittingly, do you absolve me. Keep me ever your own servant, far from pride. I trust, and trusting I find words to utter. Lord, you know that this is true. Agustine |