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“It is sometimes given to us, this lovely emptiness, and then the Holy Spirit can fill it . . . .” Madeleine L’Engle

. . . and it happens, too, when words upon the printed page fall into place, and fit the moment and the heart and, by undivided Grace, what lies within, what lies without, converges into deepest sight. In this depth and breadth and height, the outworn self evaporates. Its hidden fears and petty hatreds all abate. For across that lovely emptiness, the Voice behind all voices sings, beckons us, and flings His joyful laughter up against the gates of Paradise and, for a moment, swings them wide once more.