and the fire and the rose are one.

Out of the sacred womb a flame, nourished in the darkness of holy silence, born of innocence and light, wavered and re-ignited.

Out of the great silence came a song, a round whose ending echoes its
beginning: “Of all things true, Love is the truest.”

A life lived singing from the silence . . .

LBM 07/15/02

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