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Happy Holidays, Ed and Shirley |
White bridge in a park where we are guests "...our hearts are restless till they find rest in Thee" --St. Augustine, Confessions, Book 1, Chap 1 In the beauty of a foreign land a simple bridge of whitest cloud and an echo of a parasol above the two who have paused in their journey to look down to waters that flow from east to west; I am reminded that we are strangers here, aching to be home even as we rest in a familiar bed, an arch above what passes by-- and as we watch and wait a new home comes to us with a belonging that can only be the whitest gift, and our ache becomes the greatest joy. |
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