“We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.

Through the unknown, unremembered gate
When the last of earth left to discover
Is that which was the beginning;
At the source of the longest river
The voice of the hidden waterfall
And the children in the apple-tree

Not known, because not looked for
But heard, half-heard, in the stillness
Between two waves of the sea.
Quick now, here, now, always–
A condition of complete simplicity
(Costing not less than everything)
And all shall be well and
All manner of thing shall be well
When the tongues of flames are in-folded
Into the crowned knot of fire
And the fire and the rose are one.”

– T.S. Eliot, The Little Gidding

“When the voice of God comes into your life, I have learned, it is not actually a voice. On the outside, it comes as “the hint half guessed” (T.S. Eliot) or a series of hints or even outright imperatives uttered by people around you. You should go. But what happens on the inside is harder to discern. A welling-up. An internal summons. A fullness that presents itself at first as distant thought which then draws closer and which soon becomes no longer a thought but an actual Presence awaiting your acknowledgment, the Presence slowly filling your imagination until one day you wake up and realize you’ve been thinking of nothing else.” – Fred Bahnson, Soil and Sacrament

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