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Gratefulness
We touch one another with defter fingers at night.
Rain sounds different, its steady falling a remembered wisdom.
What if the dark waters waiting to carry us home slept inside every one of us?
We were loved before stars existed. We are older than light.
Posted by kind permission of Francine Marie Tolf.
From Rain, Lilies, Luck © 2010 North Star Press of St. Cloud, Minnesota
It’s ripe, the melon by our sink. Yellow, bee-bitten, soft, it perfumes the house too…
(at St. Mary’s) may the tide that is entering even now the lip of our…
I miss you, fellow walkers – dad with double stroller, rainbow legging woman, earnest black…
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We invite you to experience six blessings in this short, meditative video from Brother David:
