Sometimes being is so overwhelming that I have to bow my head and talk to God. The very gift of being, the ecstasy of it, the profound nature of it, undoes me. And often, in these moments of still, silent, exquisite meaning, I am reminded of the Three God and all the people who have helped me to get to know being in this profound way.
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| The full moon fell in the river. |
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