is when we live best, within
listening distance of the silence
we call God. This is the deep
calling to deep of the psalmwriter,
the bottomless ocean
We launch the armada of
our thoughts on, never arriving.
It is a presence, then,
whose margins are our margins;
that calls us out over our
own fathoms. What to do
but draw a little nearer to
such ubiquity by remaining still?
—R.S. Thomas
Artist: Maureen L. White, www.urbanpasturesart.com
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