The Dead Tree Gives No Shelter
What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man, You cannot say, or guess, for you…
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What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man, You cannot say, or guess, for you…
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‘I have kindled you with the Flame Imperishable’ could almost belong to a liturgy of Pentecost or Confirmation, yet it does not. It is…
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The Princess books, some of George MacDonald’s most memorable tales, tell the stories of two children who each encounter a wise old woman, known…
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Inspiration is the feeling of beginning at the threshold where Silence and Light meet. Silence, the unmeasurable, desire to be, desire to express, the…
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