My Lucky Rock

My Lucky Rock

I said to a squirrel, “What’s that you are carrying?” and he said, “It is my lucky rock; isn’t it pretty?” I held it and said, “Indeed.” I said to God, What is this earth?” And He said, “it is my lucky rock; isn’t it wondrous?” Yes, indeed. ...

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God speaks to each of us…

God speaks to each of us…

God speaks to each of us as he makes us, Then walks with us silently out of the night. These are the words we dimly hear: “You, sent out beyond your recall, go to the limits of your longing Embody me Flare up like a flame and make shadows I can move in Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror Just keep going. No feeling is final Don’t let yourself lose me.” —...

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Stream of Life

Stream of Life

The same stream of life that runs through my veins runs through the world, and dances in rhythmic measure It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth into numberless blades of grass and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers It is the same life that is rocked in the ocean cradle of life and death in ebb and flow I feel my limbs are made glorious by the...

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What Kind of God?

What Kind of God?

What kind of God would He be if He did not hear the bangles ring on an ant’s wrist as they move the earth in their sweet dance? And what kind of God would He be if a leaf’s prayer was not as precious to Creation as the prayer His own son sang from the glorious depth of his soul—for us. And what kind of God would He be if the vote of millions in this world could sway Him to change...

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Impossible things…

Impossible things…

“There’s no use trying,” said Alice; “One can’t believe impossible things.”  “I dare say you haven’t had much practice,” said the Queen.  “When I was your age, I always did it for half an hour a day.  Why sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.” —Lewis Carroll, Alice in...

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Will I ever learn it all?

Will I ever learn it all?

Tell me what you will my blue winged friend Did you hear me from where you drifted on the wind? This autumn wind on a summer day Sure can turn a blue sky grey Oh it’s a lonely day and cold There are secrets you’ve not told And there are parts of me that I have never known And I wonder if you see through the walls inside of me? Feathered friend I wish that you could say Why you sit on...

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