by Lowell M. Durham, Jr.

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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?

    Painting by James C. Christensen