I like morning best of all, when the pearly glow of sunlight is slowly gathering, when birds begin to sing, and nothing has gone wrong. Possibility fills the moment. A new day
Thursday, 14 February 2008
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Yeow! It's been a long time. Well, I was sitting in Meeting for Worship between Erica and Jonne, holding in the Light a question, when my eyes noticed the book, Peace Pilgrim, that Beth had under her seat in front of me. And lovely Peace Pilgrim with her white hair and radiant face, looked so much like dear departed Berta, my eyes filled up with tears. I put my head down so nobody would see, and struggled more. Then my nose filled up, my eyes started dripping, my nose started dripping, and I couldn't find a tissue in my purse. Berta. Jonnet stood up and started singing, her voice warm and free. She was praising God, thanking him. I was trying to breathe, and yet suddenly her flowing deep praise reached inside me. When she sat down, I found a tissue in my purse front pocket, quietly dabbed at my nose, and, great relief, breathed easily again. And then the whole room folded around me, soothing and challenging and holy. I gathered control of my emotions. It's as if a misty offering plate floats gently among us; we put in our love for each other, our gratitude, our longings, our desire to give cool fresh water to thirsty people.
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