The great heart of God — wider, deeper, purer than the twilight sky of the high plains — beats as artery and vein to this labored world. This great plaintive heart — wounded and sinking — pulses, contracts with every hammering sorrow, every gasping struggle, and every weeping misery that mark the passages of the world’s impassioned day. This sacred heart, bloodied as the sublime western light that fills the far horizon, labors through the long night to bear our broken world, blooded now with a sacred passion, to an ever-breaking dawn....
Sunday, March 23, 2008
The Great Heart of God
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Beautiful thoughts! (I'm a friend of Karen's from PF days.)
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