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Two prisoners whose cells adjoin communicate with each other by knocking on the wall. The wall is the thing which separates them but is also their means of communication. It is the same with us and God. Every separation is a link. Simone Weil I...
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Holy Saturday’s Work (for that which is already but not yet) Go outside and kneel beside still-sleeping beds. Strip away all that’s dead; the leaves, brown and curled, and the dry, empty stems of last year’s blossoms. Straighten, one-by-one, the...
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From The Jungle Book, after Mowgli fights off the deadly tiger Shere Kahn and the wolves who betrayed the pack: “At last, only Akela, Bagheera, and about ten wolves who had been loyal to Mowgli remained. The boy’s knees began to weaken, and a hurt began to...
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Then he said to them, “I am deeply grieved, even to death; remain here, and stay with me.” Matthew 26:38 Snow fell during my March retreat, swirling, driven white upon the spring-green and brown world. Flat and thin, large flakes like communion...
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Looking at Stars The God of curved space, the dry God, is not going to help us, but the son whose blood splattered the hem of his mother’s robe. – Jane Kenyon “You know you have blood on your shirt, right?” I was getting ready to meet a friend at a...
