When will we once again be one? | Friends of Silence

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When will we once again be one? Perhaps galaxy by galaxy, solar system by solar system, planet by planet, all creation must be redeemed. Where were we when the morning stars sang together, and all the children of God shouted for joy?

~ from THE IRRATIONAL SEASON by Madeleine L'Engle

The Irrational Season

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