It is that dream we carry that something miraculous will happen, that it must happen ~ that time will open, that the heart will open, that doors will open, and that the rock face will open, that springs forth ~ that the dream will open and that one morning we'll glide in to a harbor we didn't know was there.
(Norwegian poet Olav Hauge from his book of collected poems)
Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see.
(Apostle Paul, 2 Corninthians 4:18)
(Norwegian poet Olav Hauge from his book of collected poems)
Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see.
(Apostle Paul, 2 Corninthians 4:18)
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