Challenge: There’s a stream to cross and a raft to get us there. We look to the other side with longing as we stand in an arid land. We step on the raft, become stream-enterers, pole with diligence. A day may come when the green of that far land rises up on every side.
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A very nice issue to receive this morning. I especially responded to the last lines of the poem, "realizing that just this moment
Is the long sought after other shore."
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