"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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I greet the beggar who utters outlandish phrases in the still night air.  Might his soul occupy realms of Grace that I can scarcely fathom?  Might I be propelled backwards by my own limited thoughts, if I dared to try to enter such realms?  When the time comes, will he sit at the right hand of God, and with infinite compassion, share his wisdom with such as I?


This world is upside down, but purity and innocence rule the higher planes. Self-righteousness breaks upon the gates of Heaven.


All are welcome, all belong. Yet first we must allow our fears and judgments, our self-loathing and our rationalizations, to be burned in the sacred flame of our essence.