My Father’s Robe

Reverence is one of our answers to the presence of mystery…….Abraham Heschel

It had been packed away for four years. There was an urgency of running into the woods. Away from the noise and confining expectation of thought. Oddly yet not, a welcome of coming home among the trees. A place to pause before the assent.

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