Center Page - Spring 2006

 

For Lo, the winter is past.

The flowers appear on the earth,

The time of singing has come.

 

                                                                                    Song of Songs 2:11,12

   

    We are lands gathered for God

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     and clothed in a

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     measureless morning.

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     Let us sense this Presence

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     so near us,

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     moving like quiet leaven,

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     lifting the skies of our souls,

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     shaping new heights and depths,

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     filling our hollows with Easter light.

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Jessica Powers,    
Inspired by and adapted    

 

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