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BLESS THE LORD (the days gone by)
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Monday, February 24, 2014
There is a voice that stirs my longing, it is Christ
God speaks to each of us as he makes us,
then walks with us silently out of the night.
These are the words we dimly hear:
You, sent out beyond your recall,
go to the limits of your longing.
Embody me.
- Rainer Maria Rilke from: Book of Hours, I 59
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