Song of Solomon, 5
2. I sleep, and my heart watcheth; the voice of my beloved knocking: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is full of dew, and my locks of the drops of the nights.
2. I sleep, and my heart watcheth; the voice of my beloved knocking: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is full of dew, and my locks of the drops of the nights.
“Quando te encontrares diante de Deus, na oração considera-te banhado na luz da verdade, fala-lhe se puderes, deixa simplesmente que te veja e não tenhas preocupação alguma”. São Padre Pio de Pietrelcina
