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The soul of each one of us has its destination, and that is the Divine Heart. What is true of each of us is true of all the world. Walt Whitman in his strong, urgent way cries: "One thought ever at the fore, that in the Divine Ship, the world breasting time and space, all peoples of the globe together sail, sail the same voyage, are bound to the same destination." Some such thought as this is surely necessary for the bare subsistence of a soul, for our souls cannot live without the sense of destination.

~ Br. Andrew

A listening heart

Eliezer Shore | March 2017 (Vol. XXX, No. 3)

A listening heart is always open, sensitive to the joy and pain of others, offering a space within itself for the other to enter. It gives each person what is so badly needed—an affirmation of their place in this world.

~ Eliezer Shore

Baal Shem Tov Heart of Prayer: Treatise on Chassidic Supplication
By Tzvi Meir Cohn

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