I gaze into the doorway of temptation's angry flameAnd every time I pass that way I always hear my nameThen onward in my journey I come to understandThat every hair is numbered like every grain of sand.
01999 – Onward in My Journey
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01810 – Loving the World Back to Wholeness
If grief can be a doorway to love, then let us weep for the world we are breaking apart so we can love it back to wholeness again.
01768 – Praying
It doesn't have to be the blue iris, it could be weeds in a vacant lot, or a few small stones; just pay attention, then patch a few words together and don't try to make them elaborate, this isn't a contest but the doorway into thanks, and a silence in which another...