Morning Meditation Hunting for solace Fleet-footed and soul-suppled, We dash down labyrinthine paths, Crosscuts furrowed by unbounded grace. Like steam-fog rising from ponds in early morning, Grace rises from well-worn paths And enfolds us in a holy embrace. If we let her. c. Rita H Kowats January 8, 2022 With a grateful nod to The Hound of Heaven by Francis Thompson
Spirituality Without Borders: Reflections on Spiritual Practice 
thank you so moving
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