The Tardy Cherub

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Cupid snoozed—his alarm betrayed, Wings askew, his bow mislaid. Love showed up a moment late, Blushing, breathless, tempting fate. Turns out hearts still fell just fine— Even tardy arrows hit on time.

"Where Have You Hidden, Beloved?" A Dark Night For The Soul

"Where have you hidden, beloved?
Why have you wounded my soul?
I went out to the wilderness
Calling for you
But you were gone. . . "


(St. John of the Cross, c 1500, "A SPIRITUAL CANTICLE")

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