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painting by Maude Lewis The Faces of Deer
by Mary Oliver When for too long I don't go deep enough into the woods to see them, they begin to enter my dreams. Yes, there they are, in the pinewoods of my inner life. I want to live a life full of modesty and praise. Each hoof of each animal makes the sign of a heart as it touches then lifts away from the ground. Unless you believe that heaven is very near, how will you find it? Their eyes are pools in which one would be content, on any summer afternoon, to swim away through the door of the world. Then, love and its blessing. Then: heaven. And Now It's October "the golden hour of the clock of the year. Everything that can run to fruit has already done so: round apples, oval plums, bottom-heavy pears, black walnuts and hickory nuts annealed in their shells, the woodchuck with his overcoat of fat." - Barbara Crooker, Small Rain WE COME
by Steve Bell Our hearts are empty without You Barren and cold But for the bold Hope that You Yourself Planted within In the mighty name of God In the saving name of Jesus In the strong name of the Spirit We come We cry We watch We wait We look We long for you Sometimes we long for the morning For a refrain From etchings in pain Yet our loneliness Draws us to You "It has always been easier to invent a new label than to create a new movement that truly deserves one." - H. W. Janson
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