Love can be angry... with a kind of anger in which there is no gall, like the dove's and not the ravens.
Saint AugustineYou called and shouted and burst my deafness. You flashed, shone, and scattered my blindness. You breathed odors, and I drew in breath and panted for You. I tasted, and I hunger and thirst. You touched me, and I burned for Your peace.
Saint Augustine