Doubting Castle
I have a key in the silence of my heart called Promise; that will, I am persuaded, open any lock in Doubting Castle.
. . for the world's well-being and for our own individual well-being, we need to know that all things are interwoven and that each strand in the tapestry is holy. We need to know that our distinct races, our countless species, our many wisdom traditions, our children, and the men and women of every nation are wonderful "outbursts of singularity," each carrying within them the life of the One.