I have been waiting for this day * I will read this over and over to let it sink in, I am so grateful
Faith, great mystery, great enigma!
Faith,great mystery, great enigma! What is it that calls the bird to sing while dawn is yet night, and the child to leave its mothers womb to burst into the world? What is it that moves the soul from its slumber rising toward a God unseen and unknown? …
You are so eloquent, I here it, but I feel a deep river ahead of me to forge, slow and easy.
on The Iceman