A Sign Post

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Several months ago, after I wrote a post about my need for silence, stillness, and solitude, I had an email exchange with an acquaintance from church—we’ll call him Ben—who wrote to me about his own need for solitude. By day he works in customer service; by...

Sunshine and Daisies

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Is the sun far from any smallest flower That lives by his dear presence every hour?” ‘Dear presence every hour’! What of the night, When crumpled daisies shut gold sadness in; And some do hang the head for lack of light, Sick almost unto death with...

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