To say these words is
nothing. But to mean these words is everything.
Two minds with one
intent become so strong that what they will becomes the Will of God. For minds
can only join in truth.
This world you seem to
live in is not home to you. And somewhere in your mind you know that this is
true. A memory of home keeps haunting you, as if there were a place that called
you to return, although you do not recognize the voice, nor what it is the voice
reminds you of. Yet still you feel an alien here, from somewhere all unknown.
Nothing so definite that you could say with certainty you are an exile here.
Just a persistent feeling, sometimes not more than a tiny throb, at other times
hardly remembered, actively dismissed, but surely to return to mind again.
You have not lost your
innocence. It is for this you yearn. This is your heart's desire. This is the
voice you hear, and this the call which cannot be denied. The holy Child
remains with you. His home is yours.
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