ARCHIVES 2020
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ARCHIVES 2020
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“Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting. The soul that rises with us, our life's star, hath had elsewhere its setting, and cometh from afar; not in entire forgetfulness, and not in utter nakedness, but trailing clouds of glory do we come from God, who is our home.”– William Wordsworth, Ode: Intimations of Immortality
“Today, my soul thrills to the promise that I am made of cosmic stuff, that my life trails clouds of glory. I honor humankind’s place in God’s vision, and am humbled to know that I am an essential part of the Absolute.” – Rev. Scott Go deeper now. Take this prayer to heart. Click here. Comments are closed.
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