Sunday, February 13, 2011


Strange how the faith that once chattered and rushed like some high-mountain freshet now turns quiet along the advancing plain ... widened so wide as to be still to the eye, yet moving and relaxed as a cat on a sunny window sill.

Somehow, the greater the faith, the less faith there is. Or perhaps, only as faith dwindles does faith grow.

Be still and ... move.

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