“I closed my eyes. The only things I knew about why Empty Ones worked the way we did was that we had room for extra souls because we started out with less, and that we could make gates because of our innately human sense of home. But my home was here. How on earth was I supposed to find another one?The gate needs to be opened and closed before dawn, Cresseda said, a hint of strain flowing through her voice.YES. THANKS FOR THAT. VERY HELPFUL RIGHT NOW.” WayNeedsHumansSaidSoulHomeEyeEarthVoiceRoomsRight NowEmptyThanksDawnExtrasHelpfulGatesStrainHints Author:Kiersten White
“Ah, what a dusty answer gets the soul When hot for certainties in this our life! - In tragic hints here see what evermore Moves dark as yonder midnight ocean's force, Thundering like ramping hosts of warrior horse, To throw that faint thin fine upon the shore!” SoulMovingForceDarkAnswersOur LivesFineOceanHorseHotCertaintyWarriorTragicShoreHostMidnightHintsEvermore Book:Poems of George Meredith Source: Poems of George Meredith
“This gathered worship, as Quakers call it, is not only absence of noise. Gathered worship springs from the reverent, silent expectation that God will come among the people. The silence deepens as we feel ourselves drawn beautifully to God and each other. Our hearts and souls burst with thanksgiving-a thanksgiving best expressed by silence. Silence growing from awe is the natural human response to hints of the Divine.” PeopleFeelsHumansHeartSoulNaturalSilenceGrowingDivineWorshipSpringExpectationsSilentResponseAbsenceGods WillNoiseAweHintsHeart And SoulQuaker Author:J. Brent Bill