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our hours of pain. How we gaze beyond them into the bitter duration To see if they have an end. Though they are really Our winter-enduring foliage…one season in our inner year…
“Prayer and love are learned in the hour where prayer has become impossible and the heart has turned to stone.”
Don’t surrender your loneliness So quickly. Let it cut more deep. Let it ferment and season you As few human Or even divine ingredients can. Something missing in my heart tonight Has made my eyes so soft, My voice So tender, My need of God Absolutely Clear.
