Center Page - Spring 2006
For Lo, the winter is past. The flowers appear on the earth, The time of singing has come.
Song of Songs
2:11,12
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We are lands gathered for God . and clothed in a . measureless morning. . Let us sense this Presence . so near us, . moving like quiet leaven, . lifting the skies of our souls, . shaping new heights and depths, . filling our hollows with Easter light. . Jessica
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