Pray without ceasing
Pray without ceasing I think this is how spirit operates: We witness it, we collaborate in it. But it is orchestrated elsewhere. That which moves us, uses us, too.
I am in here.
Pray without ceasing I think this is how spirit operates: We witness it, we collaborate in it. But it is orchestrated elsewhere. That which moves us, uses us, too.
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I once found a poem that poleaxed me with its entire self, which was several pages long. It was so beautiful thatI did not think about it. I just thought it, over and over again. It never occurred to me that it had any meaning, no more than a sunset has meaning. I loved the … Continue reading I read, yet again