"As a child I thought if I could touch the sky I could touch the face of God. As a man I learned that all I had to do was touch my own heart"
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Forgive Me My Friends

 

Forgive me my friends. I cannot sit beside you in your churches and your temples and pray to your far away God, in words written by strangers, in a language you do not understand, from ages long since past. I must kneel beside the flowing stream and hear my God revealed in the living waters. In my darkest hour She lifted me up. She drew me near and whispered, “Do not praise me child…listen to the River that flows beneath your fears. Here we shall dance…I promise you…here we shall dance.”