The seed of humans being planted inside humans is so miraculous
that all the cosmos shutters under the recognition of it. I am sitting at a high mountain lake, gentle
rain, mist “hovering over the deep.” Inside
sleeps my seeds, warm and silent. My
harvest has already more than doubled, it is as if Jesus has turned to God and
said, “See Father, You gave me six and I have already returned to you more than
double.” No human praise can rise to
equal the gift of fathers having children.
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