Ask the world to reveal its quietude —
not the silence of machines when they are still,
but the true quiet by which birdsongs,
trees, bellworts, snails, clouds, storms
become what they are, and are nothing else.
Wendell Berry
in the center of the flood
grasping, gasping
may I find the still point
peace falling, as the dove
Holy Spirit, settles in
for an extended stay
seeking the stillness with Sandy
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Always a blessing to "hear" from you and see from you. I smiled significantly when I saw this. Thanks. Hope you are doing well...VERY well in that area! I sure miss being in Uganda. Bless you two.
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