Our Pain Carves Out A Larger Space

Rebellion Without Truth Is Like Spring In A Bleak, Arid Desert.

Take Then This Book, Look Into It, And Show Me When Jesus Was Not Forgiving. Read This Diving Tragedy And Tell Me Where He Speaks Without Mercy And Compassion. You Visit Not The Sick And The Imprisoned; Nor Do You Feed The Hungry Or Give Refuge To The Stranger Or Comfort To The Mourner.

We Wanderers, Ever Seeking The Lonelier Way, Begin No Day Where We Have Ended Another, And No Sunrise Finds Us Where Left By Sunset. Even While The Earth Sleeps We Travel. We Are The Seeds Of That Tenacious Plant, And It Is In Our Ripeness And Our Fullness Of Heart That We Are Given To The Wind To Be Scattered.

A Fox Looked At His Shadow At Sunrise And Said, “i Will Have A Camel For Lunch Today.” And All Morning He Went About Looking For Camels. But At Noon He Saw His Shadow Again-and He Said, “a Mouse Will Do.

Said One Oyster To A Neighboring Oyster, "i Have A Very Great Pain Within Me. It Is Heavy And Round And I Am In Distress." And The Other Oyster Replied With Haughty Complacence, "praise Be To The Heavens And To The Sea, I Have No Pain Within Me. I Am Well And Whole Both Within And Without." At That Moment A Crab Was Passing By And Heard The Two Oysters, And He Said To The One Who Was Well And Whole Both Within And Without, "yes, You Are Well And Whole; But The Pain That Your Neighbor Bears Is A Pearl Of Exceeding Beauty."