When everything is settled, when everyone has gone their seperate ways and finally stop long enough one day to glance back, one day when slowness is upon us and time allows the view, the question we ask is the question that will nags again and again and again: did we hear the music of the years? Did we see the fiddler's hand, bowing it higher and higher through days emblazoned with wonder, or were we looking away?
Some reflections on the Path to Life. "You have made known to me the path of life; you fill me with joy in your presence" (Psalm 16:11)
Sunday, November 22, 2009
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