Roses have thorns.
Nevertheless, I like roses.
The moon has spots.
Nevertheless, I love the moon.
Heaven is not all perfect.
Nevertheless, I adore Heaven.
I am not always divine.
Nevertheless, God claims me.
Excerpt from The Wings Of Light, Part 17 by Sri Chinmoy.
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