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    From a place too hard,
    I felt it coming like warm rushing
    Of something wonderful remembered.
    The stone slowly
    It was more than birth or rebirth,
    More a gentle, bright collision
    of truth, of coming to be,
    With the knowing and stirring of Spirit.
    And from my conversion to my consecration,
    Will the change be a brighter truth
    That prepares for
    My essential flight of spirit?

    [illustration] Painting by James C. Christensen