I’m living just as the century ends. A great leaf, that God and you and I have
covered with writing turns now, overhead, in strange hands. We feel the sweep
of it like a wind. We see the
brightness of a new page where everything yet can happen
Rainer
Maria Rilke (Book of Hours)
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we have made the past
what it is
our beliefs
our words
our choices
our passions
our actions
for better or worse
we have written on the pages of our lives
in what seems like indelible ink
and yet each century
each decade, year
each day
it is no exaggeration to say
each moment
we are given
a new page
swept clean by time and grace
on which to write our story
all we have to do
is be driven by the wild wind of Sacred Presence
and make
the next right choice
knowing that everything yet can happen
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