“Do not be hardened by the pain and cruelty of this world.
Be strong enough to be gentle, to be soft and supple like
running water,
gracefully bending around sudden turns, lithely waving in
strong winds,
freely flowing over sharp rocks, all the while quietly
sculpting
this hard world into ever deeper beauty,
gently eroding rigid rock into silken sand, tenderly
transforming human cruelty
into humankindness. Remember, true strength is not found in
the stone,
but in the water that shapes the stone.”
L.R. Knost
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Ah the persistent love
That flows from the source of our being
That power that is Love
It is our only hope
Technology will let us down
Our own efforts will let us down
Those who tell us they are our “only hope” will certainly
let us down
But this power
Which gently permeates our being
Which flows like a never ending stream
Of living water
It is the one thing which can save us
For we are all too ready it seems
To succumb to cruelty
To, out of our petty greed
Out of our fear and hate
Do terrible things
Do all the things, the Sacred pleads for us
Not to do
We are all too ready to make
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