Sunday, October 26, 2008

Reading # 662 from *Singing the Living


The years of all of us are short, our lives precarious.

*Our days and nights go hurrying on and there is scarcely time to do the
little that we might.*

Yet we find time for bitterness, for petty treason and evasion.

* What can we do to stretch our hearts enough to lose their littleness!*

Here we are -- all of us-- all upon this planet, bound together in a common

* Living our lives between the briefness of the daylight and the dark.*

Kindred in this, each lighted by the same precarious, flickering flame of
life, how does it happen that we are not kindred in all things else?

*How strange and foolish are the walls of separation that divide us!*

A. Powell Davies

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