The spark divine dwells in thee: let it grow.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
O Holy Spirit, descend plentifully into my heart. Enlighten the dark corners of this neglected dwelling and scatter there Thy cheerful beams.
Love thou the rose, yet leave it on its stem.
In the end, what's any good reader really hoping for? That spark. That spell. That journey.
Divine love does not weigh down, nor carry his servant captive and enslaved to the lowest depths, but raises him, supports him and magnifies him above all liberty whatsoever.
Stand not too near the rich man lest he destroy thee - and not too far away lest he forget thee.
Christ is in all, meaning that the divine spark is in all things.
Mysterious love, uncertain treasure, hast thou more of pain or pleasure! Endless torments dwell about thee: Yet who would live, and live without thee!
Waiting for the spark from heaven to fall.
O human beauty, what a dream art thou, that we should cast our life and hopes away on thee!
The divine spark leaps from the finger of God to the finger of Adam, whether it takes ultimate shape in a law of physics or a law of the land, a poem or a policy, a sonata or a mechanical computer.