Journal Entry, Thursday nite: “A hundred flickering votives, the slow devotions dancing and bursting, they move wildly, beyond all control, but never seem to blow themselves out. The flame holds steady fed by whatever the source of wind… Read More
Category: My Pilgrimage to TaizeTags: Flame, Fruits of the Spirit, Light, Pasture, Spirit, Taize, Votives
heather choate davis
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